Luyện nghe bài hát Mistakes

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

Huh..ya know living this a life makes you grow up faster than you'd expect to sometimes...
fuck 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 what the fuck happened
Raising my of cancer's the answer homie
But after something 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 a never took that first cigarette

(I a mistake)

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

(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 heart or up her life
But I was careless, of treating her right
I seen her workin it, some 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 some the blues shit...
but you stop 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
That's the reason officers get fragged
Don't give me speeches on how you and you love me
But no body in a lightly armored humvee?!
My lonely and you want me to reenlist for 30 grand homie?

(I a mistake)

When I was I got signed 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 they wouldn't do for me
Except stop screwing me for publishing the
How the fuck are you my dawg, when there's no
to the street
I gone independent like Immortal Technique

(I a mistake)

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