Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is
of me, therefore I could see
Through my belly window, who I am

I existed in a womb, like an Abyss
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, that my chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
Nine process, infant size

A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s
Was married to pops what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones
prayers, she askin' for my good health
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
parents is scrappin'
I'm not even a
A can happen

I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive
I got what they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is killin' my
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the least most
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
pouring down my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
about to see this world in trouble