Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

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

[Hook: Christon
We're flawless and we think better
Its official got it all
We want em getting the wrong impressions
Cause that ain't thats a misconception
a struggle only Jesus kept us
And we fall, so its hard 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 wife
And i don't a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working that body why she's eyes
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty racks make it sparkles on dem bottles
Lift em up, shawty bad, she look like a
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we
that, looking back things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis and balenciaga
And miss me all together you that llama
We Live As Kings only we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real they still in they garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
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 these can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when they our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother (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 my art speak
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 they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap full of crack and
The streets told me killers move in silence
Then how come all rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something than you with a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar