Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't dollars to a side chick
Ciroc didn't play a at all
I comb through it and it's the that I pick
Wedding hand on the left
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be
You messin' up that good music when you add the
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your squares
I you hating from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither nor there
The still getting chewed up, homie four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following passions while we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate following what
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 ruler didn't measure up
So they question us as king
"How He your name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more spinning wheels
Christ the foul, you can pick that letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Gray]
Don't me, better 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 they
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that real they still live in they garage
got trend setters and hell raisers
We in our own lane 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:
They throw stones, I just pick em up and (somethin')
I write in braille so these listeners can (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when they crucified our (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they get to know me
They throw me out their circles for a square (lonely)
out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak
And I don't fit in your genre, try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give beat a beating
Pleading with eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you this here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of and
The streets told me real killers move in
Then how come all these rappers out here talking (shhh)
But lets take all preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something than you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar