Luyện nghe bài hát Mistakes

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

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

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

(I a mistake)

I fucked up, like your was riding on top of me
I should of took her to trial and never a plea
But this ain't a Christian nation motherfucka
America never taught me to the other cheek
Cause I'm Harlem, the north of Manhattan
We knock out and make em bounce like Ricky Hattan
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 and poppin out of the catholic school sweater
Mom told her she could do better than a
Seventeen year-old psychotic, trying to be
I meant to break her heart 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 have made her life

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

talking over the beat:
Damn shortie, you got me on singin the blues shit...
but you gotta stop looking backwards and 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 like a
That's the reason officers get motherfucker
Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you me
But no armor 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 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 there's nothing they wouldn't do for me
Except screwing me for publishing the royalties
How the are you my dawg, when there's no loyalty?
Word to the
I should've gone independent like Technique

(I a mistake)

Some people from mistakes and don't repeat them
Others try to block the memories and just them
But I keep em as a they not killing me
And I thank God for me humility
Son, remember when you to be free
To see how they are and not how you like em to be
Cause even when the world is on top of me
is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what's wrong doesn't imply you right
And its another, you suffer to apply it in life
But I'm no
And I'm never gonna make the mistake twice pussy