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 comb through it and it's the woman that I
Wedding on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And that Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that good music you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use Common Sense
We set to your box, keep your four squares
I you hating from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we thats neither here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie four

2: Swoope]
We say they out and that don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no show for repeat, we
Following their passions we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is that life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it but that ruler didn't measure up
So question us living as king
"How He your name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more than spinning
Christ bought the foul, you can that letter up

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a on my arm but thats my wife 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 they lipo
Twenty racks it rain sparkles on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, is what we follow
Past that, looking back things are of hollow
I never be the most in commons
Or that polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all together you that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to the Father

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so even 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 homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we playing to lose all, a new
So tell em we hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so these can feel (somethin')
I they figured if they kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when they our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they don't get to me
throw me out their circles for being 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 this a beating
Pleading with your eardrums they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think here is gospel rapping
Its like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real killers in silence
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad