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 a part at all
I comb it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the 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 minus God use your Sense
We set fire to your box, your four squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian neither here nor there
The track still getting up, homie four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
their passions while we following the Master
So we sorta imitate following what Sensei
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 didn't 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 think better
Its got it all together
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
Cause that ain't real a misconception
a struggle only Jesus kept us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't want em the wrong impressions
Cause is real ain't no misconception

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

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't approach me, unproach me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope they
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 in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

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