Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I throwing dollars to a side chick
didn't play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the that I pick
Wedding hand on the left
Head into the moshpit
And that Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that good music you add the Consequence
find forever minus God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your four
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian neither here nor there
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 we following the Master
So we kinda imitate following 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 to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more than spinning
Christ bought the foul, you can that letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't approach me, unproach 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 appeal em was the mirage
But homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend and hell raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we to lose all, a new sport
So em we bruise hard

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just 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 when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they don't get to me
They throw me out their 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 until they bleed the blood of (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me killers move in silence
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
I'm something other than you with a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad