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
hand on the left hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I have to be cautious
You messin' up that good when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use Common Sense
We set fire to your box, 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, four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that don't no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
their passions while we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate following what
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 question us living as king
"How He change your to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me it down life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

[Hook: Gray]
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 only Jesus kept us
And we still fall, so its to get up
We don't want em getting the wrong
Cause this is real ain't no

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but my wife though
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 need
Twenty racks make it rain on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, looking back are kind of hollow
I be slaved the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We As Kings only mean we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Christon
approach me, better unproach me
My were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
rappers murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope they
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they still live in they
They got trend setters and hell
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to all, a new sport
So em we bruise 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 some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Teresa (huh?)
So they but they don't get to know me
They me out their circles for being a square (lonely)
out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak
And I fit in your 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 this here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The streets told me real killers move in
Then how come all these rappers out here talking (shhh)
But lets take all preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other you with a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar