Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my living
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
Ciroc didn't play a at all
I through it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the left
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin 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 fire to your box, keep four squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we thats neither here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie four

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

[Hook: Christon
We're and we think we're better
Its got it all together
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
Cause that real thats a misconception
Been a struggle only kept us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't want em the wrong 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 why she's 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 a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, looking back things are of hollow
I never be slaved the most in
Or that polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real they still in they garage
They got trend 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 lose all, a new
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 this started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they don't get to me
throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the of my heart, you hear my art speak
And I fit in your genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give this a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I you think 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 all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad