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

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

Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push
I push a cap, before '93, I crack
I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good
Hold up that's goods rap, sir
I just like rap, but when I see goods I give his goods back
I rap for that pack strap to rhymers that backpack
To 25 to that jack MAC
We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, magic
The way we flip the package before the 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 some
Then take a long look at my ish and get answers
Kick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers 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, that's the

Fresh off of work, he out the van
Two suitcases, on his hands
He opened up the door, headed up the
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was
First sight he saw, struck him by
Two shots was given, his girl's eyes
Windows blown out, no on the door
All he seen was blood stains, the damn floor
911, ambulance up
Blood everywhere, 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
Someone set him up, a botched
identity, yeah it gotta be

17 old, I'm headed back to the hole
Mistaken identity, every way was
I look like a hoodlum, I a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, your ass up the road
I ain't have a 9 on me, they was on me
Court day with my old bird, they was 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 terribly mistaken, son, I the one
We could never look nothin' like, near 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 still tryna get it right, mistaken

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