Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

2: Swoope]
We say missing out and that don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no show for repeat, we
Following their passions we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
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 your 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: Christon
flawless and we think we're better
Its official got it all
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
that ain't real thats a misconception
Been a struggle only kept us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't want em getting the wrong
Cause this is real ain't no

[Verse 3: Alex
Got a girl on my arm but thats my wife
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 need
Twenty racks make it sparkles on dem bottles
Lift em up, shawty bad, she look like a
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the in commons
Or that polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and 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 hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I pick em up and build (somethin')
I in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they if they kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but don't 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 genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give this a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of and
The streets told me real killers move in
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm other than you with a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad