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 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 lung's blackened
Coughing up blood what the fuck happened
Raising my risk of cancer's the homie
But after drinking something there's nothing like 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 took that first cigarette

(I a mistake)

I fucked up, your 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 of Manhattan
We knock niggas out and make em bounce Ricky Hattan
But on the court, had got me turned back from the Canadian border

(I a mistake)

I knew she was a virgin, I first met her
Rockin stockings and poppin out of the catholic sweater
Mom told her she do better than a criminal
Seventeen psychotic, trying to be lyrical
I never meant to her heart or fuck up her life
But I was careless, instead of her right
I seen her workin it, some club strippin and
If I could have made her life

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

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

(I a mistake)

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

(I a mistake)

I was young I got signed to a record label
The deal so good when it was on the table
It paid for my cable, cribs, cars and
The studios, the women there's they wouldn't do for me
stop screwing me for publishing the royalties
How the fuck are you my dawg, when there's no
Word to the
I should've independent like Immortal Technique

(I a mistake)

Some people learn from mistakes and repeat them
Others try to block the memories and just delete
But I keep em as a reminder they not me
And I thank God for teaching me
Son, remember you fight to be free
To see things how 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 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 same mistake pussy