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 I pick
Wedding on the left hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I have to be cautious
You messin' up that good music you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Sense
We set fire to box, keep your four squares
I you hating from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
we christian thats neither here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that don't no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions while we the Master
So we sorta imitate following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we keep it
But the difference is that this didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So they us living as king
"How He change name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter 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 only Jesus us
And we still fall, so its to get up
We don't want em the wrong impressions
this is real ain't no misconception

[Verse 3: Alex
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
And i don't a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working that body why she's closed
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty make it rain sparkles on dem bottles
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
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 gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And me all together you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Christon
approach me, better unproach me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me
So sorry that I hurt em hope they
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie that 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 constantly
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to all, a new sport
So tell em we hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just pick em up and (somethin')
I write in braille so these can feel (somethin')
I guess they if they kill us then we'll cease
They this problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They throw me out circles 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 me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But I know you think this here is gospel rapping
Its more like balance, these 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 take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
That I'm 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