Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but my wife though
And i don't need a piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working that body why she's closed
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty make it rain sparkles on dem bottles
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, is what we follow
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I be slaved the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the

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

[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 they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they get to know me
They me out their circles 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 your eardrums until they the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you this here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of and
The streets told me real killers 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 a different direction
I'm south Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar