Luyện nghe bài hát Mistakes

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

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

It's to breath and hard to run when your lung's blackened
Coughing up blood like what the happened
Raising my risk of cancer's the answer
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 that first

(I a mistake)

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

(I a mistake)

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

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

[Tech over the beat:
Damn shortie, you got me on 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 for money to go to college
But they pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised
Extended my tour, treating me a sucker
the reason officers get fragged motherfucker
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 reenlist for 30 grand

(I a mistake)

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

(I a mistake)

Some people 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 me humility
Son, remember you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you em to be
Cause even when the is falling on top of me
is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what's doesn't imply that you right
And its another, when you suffer to apply it in
But I'm no
And I'm never gonna make the mistake twice pussy