Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

2: Swoope]
We say missing out and that don't make no sense, eh?
a no show for repeat, we syndicate
Following passions while we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we keep it
But the difference is that this life didn't us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So they us living as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can that letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't me, better unproach me
My were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
rappers murder, they probably quote me still
So that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and raisers
We in our own lane we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we playing to 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 listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they if they kill us then we'll cease
They forgot problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They throw me out their circles for 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 a beating
with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is gospel
Its more like bringing balance, these rap full of crack and
The told me real killers move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or your
That I'm something other than you with a different
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar