Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't dollars to a side chick
didn't play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman that I
Wedding hand on the left
Head first 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 to your box, keep your four squares
I hear you hating from the screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither here nor
The track still getting chewed up, 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 while we following the
So we kinda imitate following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is that this didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So they question us as king
"How He change your to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more than spinning
Christ bought the foul, you can that letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so killer the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they quote me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real they still live in garage
They got trend and hell raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we to lose all, a new sport
So em we bruise hard

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