Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I in a womb, just like an Abyss
Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried 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 good
That I become a man and learn to a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia 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 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 must wanna me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill Will to
When I look the lights 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 babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical choking 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 in the last minute
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While 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
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of gon' stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
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 arms snuggly, laid me on my

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