Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a chick
Ciroc play a part at all
I through it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding on the left hand
first into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I have to be cautious
You messin' up good music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find minus God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, your four squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
we christian thats neither here nor there
The still getting 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 passions while we following 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 difference is that this 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 life's more than spinning wheels
Christ the foul, you can pick that letter up

Christon Gray]
We're and we think we're better
Its got it all together
We don't want em getting the wrong
Cause that ain't real thats a
a struggle only Jesus kept us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We don't em getting 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 need a side piece, I like those
Lil mama working that body why she's closed
Say his way too fat they need lipo
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, looking back are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the in commons
Or that gucci polo, vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the

[Verse 4: Gray]
Don't approach me, unproach me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that real they still live in they garage
got trend setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

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