Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
Ciroc play a part at all
I through it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the left
Head first the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I have to be cautious
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 thats neither here nor there
The still getting chewed up, homie four pairs

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

[Hook: Gray]
flawless and we think we're better
Its official got it all
We don't want em getting the wrong
Cause that ain't real thats a
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 ain't no misconception

[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 that body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they need
Twenty racks make it sparkles on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, loud, this is what we follow
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the most in
Or gucci polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And me all together you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't approach me, better me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
rappers murder, they probably quote me still
So that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But that wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

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