Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I throwing dollars to a side chick
Ciroc play a part at all
I comb it and it's the woman that I pick
hand on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I have to be cautious
You messin' up that good music you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever minus God use your Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your squares
I hear you hating from the screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian neither here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say missing out and that don't make no sense, eh?
a no show for repeat, we syndicate
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
Tried to let it rule but that ruler measure up
So they question us as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you ain't get the
Let me it down life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick that up

Christon Gray]
We're flawless and we we're better
Its got it all together
We don't want em getting the wrong
that ain't real thats 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 real ain't no

[Verse 3: Alex
Got a girl on my arm but thats my wife
And i don't need a side piece, I don't like
Lil mama that 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, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we
that, looking back things are kind of hollow
I never be slaved the most in
Or that polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all together you that llama
We Live As only mean we living to please the Father

[Verse 4: Gray]
approach me, better unproach me
My words were so killer even the gun me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So sorry that I hurt em hope heal
Had to peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't real they still 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 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 if they kill us then we'll cease
forgot this 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 they think but they 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 punch me in, I'm give this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The streets told me real move in silence
Then how all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm truth and bad grammar