Luyện nghe bài hát Mistakes

(Yes I did... I a mistake... yes I did)

Huh..ya know living this type a makes you grow up faster than you'd expect to sometimes...
fuck and be in your late twenties...
like a old man and shit...
yeah for son... let em know

It's hard to and hard to run when your lung's blackened
Coughing up blood like what the happened
Raising my risk of cancer's the homie
But after drinking something there's like puffing a bogie
Now I can blame the same placement in movies,
Or the commercials, or Scarface in a
But now I'm it
Damn I should a never took first cigarette

(I a mistake)

I fucked up, like girl was riding on top of me
I of took her to trial and never copped a plea
But this ain't a Christian nation please
America never taught me to turn the cheek
Cause I'm from Harlem, the north of
We knock niggas out and make em bounce Ricky Hattan
But wildin on the court, had got me turned back from the border

(I a mistake)

I knew she was a virgin, when I met her
Rockin stockings and poppin out of the catholic sweater
Mom told her she do better than a criminal
Seventeen year-old psychotic, to be lyrical
I never meant to break her or fuck up her life
But I was careless, instead of her right
I seen her workin it, some club and wondered
If I could made her life different

(I a mistake... yes I did... )

[Tech talking the beat:
shortie, you got me on some singin the blues shit...
but you gotta looking backwards and remember to look ahead...
this is for all my dudes on in the desert right now... for real]

(I a mistake)

Yeah..yeah... I joined the army looking for money to go to
But they ain't pay me a quarter of what fucking promised
Extended my tour, treating me a sucker
That's the reason officers get fragged
Don't me speeches on how you respect and you love me
But no body armor in a lightly humvee?!
My family's lonely and you want me to for 30 grand homie?

(I a mistake)

When I was young I got to a record label
The deal looked so good it was on the table
It for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry
The studios, the women there's nothing wouldn't do for me
Except screwing me for publishing the royalties
How the are you my dawg, when there's no loyalty?
to the street
I should've gone independent Immortal Technique

(I a mistake)

people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them
Others try to block the memories and delete them
But I keep em as a reminder not killing me
And I thank God for teaching me
Son, when you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you em to be
Cause when the world is falling on top of me
Pessimism is an emotion, not a
Knowing what's wrong doesn't that you right
And its another, when you suffer to it in life
But I'm no
And I'm never make the same mistake twice pussy