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 you'd expect to sometimes...
around and be in your late twenties...
feelin a old man and shit...
for real son... let em know

It's hard to breath and hard to run when lung's blackened
Coughing up blood like what the fuck
my risk of cancer's the answer homie
But after drinking there's nothing 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 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 nation motherfucka please
never taught me to turn the other cheek
Cause I'm from Harlem, the of Manhattan
We knock niggas out and make em bounce like Ricky
But wildin on the court, had got me back from the Canadian border

(I a mistake)

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

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

[Tech over the beat:
Damn shortie, you got me on singin the blues shit...
but you gotta stop looking 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 of what they fucking promised
my tour, treating me like a sucker
That's the reason officers get motherfucker
Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you me
But no body in a lightly armored 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 record
The deal looked so good when it was on the
It for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry
The studios, the women there's they wouldn't do for me
Except 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 like Technique

(I a mistake)

Some people learn from mistakes and don't them
try to block the memories and just delete them
But I keep em as a reminder they not me
And I thank God for teaching me
Son, remember when you to be free
To see how they are and not how you like em to be
Cause even when the is falling on top of me
is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what's wrong doesn't imply that you
And its another, when you to apply it in life
But I'm no
And I'm gonna make the same mistake twice pussy