Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I ain't dollars to a side chick
Ciroc play a part at all
I comb through it and the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be
You messin' up that good music when you add the
find forever minus God use your Common Sense
We set to your box, keep your four squares
I you hating from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian neither here 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 their while we following the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate following Sensei
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 that ruler measure up
So they us living 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 bought the foul, you can pick letter up

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

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

4: Christon Gray]
Don't approach me, unproach me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they probably me still
So that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But homie wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and raisers
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we playing to all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just em up and build (somethin')
I write in so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us then cease
They forgot this started 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 don't get to know me
They throw me out circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the abundance of my heart, you my art speak
And I don't fit in genre, don't try to box me
But me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating
Pleading your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you this here is gospel rapping
Its more like balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out here talking (shhh)
But lets take all your or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest
I'm with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar