Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I throwing dollars to a side chick
didn't play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman I pick
hand on the left hand
Head first the moshpit
And that Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever God use your Common Sense
We set to your box, keep your four squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats here 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 while we following the
So we sorta kinda imitate following Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is that life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So they question us living as
"How He change name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
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 sparkles on dem
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is 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 miss me all you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't me, better unproach me
My words were so killer even the gun me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope they
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
got trend setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tail, apostrophe
But we playing to lose all, a new
So em we bruise hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess figured if they kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when they crucified our (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they get to know me
throw 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 genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm give this beat a beating
Pleading with your until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you this here is gospel rapping
Its like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets me real killers move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out here violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a different
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad