Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
And i don't need a side piece, I don't like
Lil mama working that body why eyes closed
Say his way too fat they need lipo
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, is what we follow
Past that, looking back things are kind of
I never be slaved the in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't me, better unproach me
My words were so killer even the gun quotes me,
Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me
So sorry that I hurt em 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 we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to lose all, a new
So tell em we hard

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