Luyện nghe bài hát Mistaken Identity

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

They me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
I was framed like a flick, 2 time felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in
money like the meter on the Yellow 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 case is mistaken

Whoever push me like 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 rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
up that's goods rap, pardon sir
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his back
I rap for writers that strap to rhymers that backpack
To 25 to lifers jack MAC
We ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic
The way we flip the package before the coppers can it
I'm past that in life, let's live it lavish
When take a piss in your bed, you flip 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 what rappers to be
Charge 'em with a penalty, identity

Mistaken identity, you highly me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, the legacy
Mistaken identity, you highly me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, the legacy

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

17 years old, I'm headed back to the
Mistaken identity, every way was
I like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, your ass up the road
I have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
Court day my old bird, they was spyin' on me
to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket
The beast pat me up, 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 nothin' like, whether near or far sight
What resemblance does he So my mic Fahrenheit
W for my a-alike, your DNA match
Even if they us, close but not quite
They still get it right, mistaken identity

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