Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but thats my wife
And i don't need a side piece, I like those
Lil mama working that why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
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, looking things are kind of hollow
I never be the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so killer the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real they still live in garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we playing to all, a new sport
So tell em we hard

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