Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
didn't play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman that I
Wedding hand on the hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that 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 Common
We set to your box, keep your four squares
I hear you hating from the screaming, "4 Squares!"
we christian thats neither here nor there
The still 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
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 keep it
But the is that this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but ruler didn't measure up
So they us living as king
"How He change your 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 letter up

Christon Gray]
We're and we think we're better
Its official got it all
We want 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 want em getting the wrong impressions
this is real ain't no misconception

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

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

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