Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't throwing to a side chick
Ciroc didn't a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman that I
Wedding on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that good when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither here nor
The still getting chewed up, homie four pairs

2: Swoope]
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 kinda imitate following Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we keep it
But the is that this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it but that ruler didn't measure up
So they question us as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you ain't get the
Let me it down life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but my wife though
And i don't need a piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working body why she's eyes closed
Say his way too fat they need lipo
racks make it rain sparkles on dem bottles
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, is what we follow
that, looking 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 that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't me, better unproach me
My words were so killer the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But that wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and hell
We in our own lane 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 hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I pick em up and build (somethin')
I write in so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us then cease
They forgot this problem started when they crucified our (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother (huh?)
So they but they don't get to know me
They throw me out their circles for a square (lonely)
out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak
And I don't fit in genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap 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 something other you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar