Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
of me, therefore I could see
Through my button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my stomach, kicking 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, that my pops for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
month process, infant size

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A can happen

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

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

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
they broke up furniture 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 up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

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

Finally, I got to see who me in her body
She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see world in trouble