Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that don't 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 keep it
But the difference is that life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but ruler 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 life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

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

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

4: Christon Gray]
Don't me, better unproach me
My were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and hell
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tail, apostrophe
But we playing to 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 listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they if they kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Teresa (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They throw me out their circles for 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 me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating
with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more like balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out here violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or your
That I'm something other than you a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good and bad grammar