Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
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 in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
month process, infant size

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop
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 askin' for my health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

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

I shot my way out my mom
I shot my way out my mom
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
Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm in this thick layer of goo

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

place they call the world 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 Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the goverment will start re-training
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears 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, me on my mother

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