Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I ain't throwing to a side chick
Ciroc didn't play a at all
I comb through it and it's the woman I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I have to be cautious
You messin' up that good music when you add the
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Sense
We set fire to your box, your four squares
I hear you from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we thats neither here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie pairs

2: Swoope]
We say they out and that don't make no sense, eh?
a no show for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the is that this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it but that ruler didn't measure up
So question us living as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you get the metaphor
Let me it down life's more than spinning wheels
Christ the foul, you can pick that letter up

[Hook: Gray]
flawless and we think we're better
Its official got it all
We don't want em getting the wrong
Cause that ain't real thats a
Been a only Jesus kept us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't want em getting the wrong
Cause this is real no misconception

[Verse 3: Alex
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
And i need a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working that body why she's eyes
Say his way too fat they need lipo
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I be slaved the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis vuitton and
And miss me all together you squeezing that
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they live in they garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we playing to all, a new sport
So tell em we hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just pick em up and (somethin')
I write in so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us then we'll
They forgot problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Teresa (huh?)
So they think but don't get to know me
throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art
And I don't fit in genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of (Jesus)
But wait I know you this here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The told me real killers move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or your
That I'm something other than you with a direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar