Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I throwing dollars to a side chick
Ciroc play a part at all
I through it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be
You messin' up that music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither here nor
The track getting chewed up, homie four pairs

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

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

[Verse 3: Alex
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 body why she's eyes
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty make it rain sparkles on dem bottles
Lift em up, shawty bad, she like a model
up, smoking loud, this is what we follow
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I never be the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we to please the Father

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

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just pick em up and (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 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 circles for a square (lonely)
Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art
And I don't fit in 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 wait I know you think this is gospel rapping
Its more like balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real killers in silence
Then how come all these out here talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good and bad grammar