Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions while we following the
So we sorta kinda imitate following what
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 ruler didn't measure up
So they us living as king
"How He change your to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Gray]
approach me, better unproach me
My words were so killer even the gun quotes me,
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real they still live in they
got trend setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we hard

[Verse 5:
They stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so these listeners can (somethin')
I guess they figured if they us then we'll cease
They forgot problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother (huh?)
So they but they 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 fit in your 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 streets told me real killers move in
Then how come all rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
That I'm something other than you a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar