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

[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 following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it but that ruler didn't measure up
So they question us living as
"How He your name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

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

3: Alex 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 body why eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
Lift em up, shawty bad, she look like a
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, back things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the most in
Or that gucci polo, louis vuitton and
And miss me all together you squeezing that
We Live As Kings only mean we living to the Father

4: Christon Gray]
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 em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they still in they garage
They got trend setters and raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to all, a new sport
So tell em we hard

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