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 that I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head into the moshpit
And when Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up good music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' forever minus God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep four squares
I hear you from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither nor there
The track still chewed up, homie four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions while we the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate following 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 that ruler measure up
So question us living as king
"How He change name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more than spinning
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

[Hook: Christon
We're flawless and we think we're
Its got it all together
We don't want em the wrong impressions
Cause that ain't thats a misconception
Been a struggle only Jesus us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't want em getting the impressions
Cause is real ain't no misconception

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

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they still live in they
They got setters and hell raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tail, apostrophe
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I pick em up and build (somethin')
I write in so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some 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 for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the 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 beat a
Pleading with your eardrums until bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is gospel
Its more like bringing balance, rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out here violent (shhh)
But lets all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other you with a different direction
I'm south Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm truth and bad grammar