Luyện nghe bài hát Mistaken Identity

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

They want me locked down, in jail
Before you that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time
Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in
Scorin' money like the meter on the Cab
Give the witness an unexpected
Make his story change walls blockin' his vision
give a clear description, fearin' the repercussions
Like, "I was on the ground, I see him bustin'"
Now the DA chasin' a plea, they I'm free
The is mistaken identity

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

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

Fresh off of work, he out the van
Two suitcases, on his hands
He opened up the door, up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was
First he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was given, between his girl's
Windows out, no prints on the door
All he seen was blood stains, the damn floor
911, showed up
Blood everywhere, throwin' up
Cops him up, hit him with the charge
But he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor
He got his alibis, use 'em all
The screw fit the judge, he might take the
Someone set him up, a robbery
identity, yeah it gotta be

17 years old, I'm back to the hole
Mistaken identity, every way was
I look a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, ship ass up the road
I have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
Court day with my old bird, 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 mistaken, son, I ain't the one
We could never look like, whether near or far sight
What resemblance does he strike? So my mic
W for my a-alike, DNA match tight
if they bite us, close but not quite
They still get it right, mistaken identity

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