Luyện nghe bài hát Mistaken Identity

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

want 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 wedding flick, 2 time
a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, be a mil' in cash
Scorin' money the meter on the Yellow Cab
the witness an unexpected visit
Make his story change like 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, hatin' I'm free
The is mistaken identity

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

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

Fresh off of work, he 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 he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was given, between his girl's
blown out, no prints on the door
All he seen was blood stains, smear the floor
911, ambulance up
Blood everywhere, throwin' up
Cops cuffed him up, hit him with the
But he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor
He got his alibis, use 'em all
The screw fit the judge, he might the fall
Someone set him up, a botched
identity, yeah it gotta be

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

it wasn't me
It never been 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, your DNA tight
Even if they bite us, but not quite
They tryna get it right, mistaken identity

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