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 go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go

They want me down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a
I was framed like a flick, 2 time felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, be a mil' in cash
money like the meter on the Yellow Cab
Give the witness an unexpected
Make his story change like walls blockin' his
give a clear 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 case is mistaken

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

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

off of work, he jumped out the van
Two suitcases, dangle on his
He up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was
First sight he saw, struck him by
Two shots was given, between his girl's
Windows out, no prints on the door
All he was blood stains, smear the damn floor
911, ambulance up
Blood everywhere, throwin' up
Cops cuffed him up, hit him with the
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
Someone set him up, a robbery
Mistaken identity, yeah it be

17 old, I'm headed back to the hole
Mistaken identity, way was sold
I look 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
Court day 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 could never the G-O-D, not me
You terribly mistaken, son, I the one
We never look nothin' like, whether near or far sight
What resemblance he strike? So my mic Fahrenheit
W for my a-alike, your DNA match
Even if they bite us, but not quite
still tryna get it right, mistaken identity

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