Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my living
And I ain't throwing to a side chick
Ciroc didn't a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman I pick
Wedding on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't to be cautious
You messin' up good 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 from the screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats here nor there
The track still chewed up, homie four pairs

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

[Hook: Gray]
We're 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 Jesus kept us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
Cause this is real 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 body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty racks make it rain on dem bottles
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, loud, this is what we follow
Past that, back things are kind of hollow
I be slaved the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing that
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 that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they live in they garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to lose all, a new
So em we bruise hard

[Verse 5:
They stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so these listeners can (somethin')
I guess they figured if kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when 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 throw me out their circles for being a (lonely)
out the abundance of my heart, you hear 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
with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good and bad grammar