Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my living
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 left
Head into the moshpit
And when that come on I don't have to be cautious
You up that good music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Common
We set fire to your box, keep your four
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 they missing out and that don't no sense, eh?
a no show for repeat, we syndicate
Following passions while we following the Master
So we sorta imitate following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we keep it
But the difference is that this didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So question us living as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you get the metaphor
Let me it down life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a on my arm but thats my wife though
And i don't need a side piece, I don't like
Lil mama working body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on dem
Lift em up, shawty bad, she look a model
Rollin up, loud, this is what we follow
Past that, 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 that llama
We Live As Kings only we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Gray]
Don't approach me, better me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
rappers murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em they heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real they still live in they
They got setters and hell raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we playing to 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 listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if kill us then 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 Mother (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They me out their circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art
And I don't fit in your genre, try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give this beat a
Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of (Jesus)
But I know you think this here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
Then how come all these out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
I'm something other 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