Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

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

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

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

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

Month two was the most comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they broke up furniture and plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

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