Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't dollars to a side chick
Ciroc play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman that I
Wedding hand on the hand
Head first into the
And when Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Sense
We set fire to box, keep your four squares
I hear you hating from the screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats here nor there
The track getting chewed up, homie four pairs

2: Swoope]
We say they out and that don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no show for repeat, we
Following their 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 this didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but ruler 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 down life's more spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

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

3: Alex Faith]
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 why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
Lift em up, shawty bad, she look a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
that, looking back things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all together you that llama
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so killer even the gun me, steel
Battle rappers murder, probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em they heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie 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 em we bruise hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I pick em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us we'll cease
They forgot this problem started they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They throw me out their circles for being a (lonely)
Homie out the abundance of my heart, you my art speak
And I don't fit in genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm give this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I you think this here is gospel rapping
Its more bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
Then how come all rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all 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 truth and bad grammar