Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

[Verse 2:
We say missing 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 following Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we keep it
But the difference is this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that ruler measure up
So question us living as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you ain't get the
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 we're better
Its official got it all
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
Cause that real thats a misconception
Been a only Jesus kept us
And we still fall, so its to get up
We don't want em the wrong impressions
Cause is real ain't no misconception

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
And i don't need a side piece, I like those
Lil mama working that body why she's eyes
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty racks make it rain on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, loud, this is what we follow
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the most in
Or that gucci polo, louis vuitton and
And me all together you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we to please the Father

4: Christon Gray]
Don't me, better unproach me
My words were so killer 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 wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got setters and hell raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, thats a tall tail,
But we playing to lose all, a new
So tell em we bruise

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so these listeners can (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us then cease
They forgot this problem when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they but they don't 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 tryna give this beat a
with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is gospel
Its more like balance, these 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 or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar