Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that don't no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no show for repeat, we
Following their 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 life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that ruler measure up
So they question us as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
And i need a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama that body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they need
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, back things are kind of hollow
I never be the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis vuitton and
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We Live As only mean we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Gray]
approach me, better unproach me
My words were so killer even the gun quotes me,
Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me
So sorry that I hurt em hope they
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, thats a tall tail,
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we hard

[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 started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they get to know me
They throw me out 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 beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is gospel
Its more like balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me killers move in silence
Then how come all these 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