Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my living
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
Ciroc play a part at all
I through it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up good music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find minus God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, your four squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie four

2: Swoope]
We say they missing out and don't make no sense, eh?
a no show for repeat, we syndicate
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 keep it
But the is that this 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 more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

Christon Gray]
We're and we think we're better
Its got it all together
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
Cause that real thats a misconception
a struggle only Jesus kept us
And we still fall, so its to get up
We don't want em the wrong impressions
this 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 don't those
Lil mama working that body why eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty racks make it rain on dem bottles
Lift em up, shawty bad, she like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, looking back are kind of hollow
I never be the most in commons
Or gucci polo, louis vuitton 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 me, better unproach me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they still live in they
They got trend and hell raisers
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to lose all, a new
So em we bruise hard

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