Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a chick
Ciroc play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman I pick
hand on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be
You messin' up that music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Common
We set to your box, keep your four 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

2: Swoope]
We say they missing out and that make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
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 but that ruler didn't measure up
So they question us living as
"How He change your name to peace?", you ain't get the
Let me write it down life's more than wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

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

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

[Verse 4: Gray]
approach me, better unproach me
My words were so killer even the gun quotes me,
Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me
So sorry that I hurt em hope heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't they still live in they garage
They got trend and hell raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, thats a tall tail,
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 listeners can (somethin')
I guess they figured if kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They throw me out circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the of my heart, you hear 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
Pleading with your eardrums until 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 told me real killers move in silence
Then how come all rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your or your misconceptions
I'm something other than you with a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good and bad grammar