Luyện nghe bài hát Mistaken Identity

Wanna go home and see my and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and
I go home
Wanna go home and see my and kids
I wanna go and see my wife and kids
I go home

They want me locked down, in jail
you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in
Scorin' money the meter on the Yellow Cab
Give the witness an unexpected
Make his story change like blockin' his vision
Couldn't give a description, fearin' the repercussions
Like, "I was on the ground, I see him bustin'"
Now the DA chasin' a plea, hatin' I'm free
The is mistaken identity

Whoever me like Pusha T, I push back
I push a cap, before '93, I pushed
I'm hood, black, you know me well, good Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, sir
I just like good rap, but when I see I give his goods back
I rap for writers that pack strap to rhymers that
To 25 to lifers that MAC
We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's
The way we the package before the coppers can catch it
I'm past chapter in life, let's live it lavish
When life take a piss in your bed, you flip the
Before you try and get my head, get you some
Then take a long look at my ish and get your
Kick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers to be
Charge 'em with a penalty, mistaken

Mistaken identity, you mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, the legacy
Mistaken identity, you mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the

off of work, he jumped out the van
Two suitcases, on his hands
He opened up the door, headed up the
Thought he a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by
Two was given, between his girl's eyes
Windows out, no prints on the door
All he seen was blood stains, the damn floor
911, showed up
everywhere, paramedics throwin' up
Cops cuffed him up, hit him the charge
But he was Mrs. Prixy at the Motor Lodge
He got his alibis, use 'em all
The screw fit the judge, he might the fall
set him up, a botched robbery
Mistaken identity, yeah it be

17 years old, I'm headed to the hole
identity, every way was sold
I like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They everybody up, ship your ass up the road
I ain't have a 9 on me, was lyin' on me
day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me
Tried to set me up, plantin' in my pocket
The pat me up, they won't let me off

Na-n-n-n-n-n-n-nah it me
It never been the G-O-D, not me
You mistaken, son, I ain't the one
We could never look nothin' like, whether or far sight
What resemblance he strike? So my mic Fahrenheit
W for my a-alike, your DNA tight
Even if they bite us, close but not
They tryna get it right, mistaken identity

Mistaken identity, you highly me, check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy