Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't me, better unproach me
My were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie that real they still live in they garage
They got trend 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 all, a new sport
So em we bruise hard

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