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

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

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a on my arm but thats my wife though
And i need a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty make it rain sparkles on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
that, looking back things are kind of hollow
I be slaved the most in commons
Or gucci polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all together you squeezing llama
We As Kings only mean we living to please the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, unproach me
My words were so even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a tail, apostrophe
But we to lose 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 started when they crucified our (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother (huh?)
So they think but they get to know me
They throw me out their circles for 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 until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But I know you think this here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me killers move in silence
Then how come all rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
That I'm something than you with a different direction
I'm south Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm truth and bad grammar