Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
Ciroc play a part at all
I comb through it and the woman that I pick
Wedding on the left hand
Head first into the
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 Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your squares
I hear you from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we thats neither here nor there
The track still chewed up, homie four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no show for repeat, we
Following their passions while we following the
So we kinda imitate following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is that this life didn't us
to let it rule but that ruler didn't measure up
So question us living as king
"How He change name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

Christon Gray]
We're and we think we're better
Its got it all together
We don't em getting the wrong impressions
Cause that ain't 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: Alex
Got a on my arm but thats my wife though
And i need a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty racks make it rain on dem bottles
Lift em up, shawty bad, she like a model
up, smoking loud, this is what we follow
Past that, looking back are kind of hollow
I never be the most in commons
Or gucci polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the

4: Christon Gray]
Don't me, better unproach me
My were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, probably quote me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that wasn't real 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, thats a tail, apostrophe
But we playing to lose all, a new
So em we bruise hard

[Verse 5:
throw stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin')
I in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I they figured if they kill us then we'll cease
forgot this problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but don't get to know me
throw 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 me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating
Pleading with your until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap full of crack and
The streets told me real killers move in
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm other than you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar