Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't dollars to a side chick
didn't play a part at all
I through it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head first into the
And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be
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 from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie pairs

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

Christon Gray]
We're and we think we're better
Its got it all together
We want 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 ain't no misconception

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

[Verse 4: Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they quote me still
So sorry that I em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But that wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we 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 they kill us then we'll
They forgot this problem started when crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they don't get to me
throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art
And I don't fit in genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give this beat a
Pleading with eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is gospel
Its more like bringing balance, these rap full of crack and
The streets me real killers move in silence
Then how come all rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
I'm something other than you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar