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 didn't play a at all
I comb through it and it's the woman that I
hand on the left hand
Head first the moshpit
And when Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that good music when you add the
Tryin' find minus God use your Common Sense
We set fire to box, keep your four squares
I hear you hating from the screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither nor there
The track still getting chewed up, four pairs

2: Swoope]
We say they missing out and don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions while we following the
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 life didn't us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So they question us as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you ain't get the
Let me write it down life's than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can pick letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Christon
Don't me, better unproach me
My words so killer even the gun quotes me, steel
Battle murder, they probably quote me still
So that I hurt em hope they heal
Had to appeal em was the mirage
But homie that real they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and hell
We stay in our own lane we
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, thats a tail, apostrophe
But we playing to all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

[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 they kill us we'll cease
They forgot this problem when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
Some hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They throw me out their circles for being a (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 punch me in, I'm tryna give this beat a
Pleading with your eardrums until they the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is gospel
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The streets told me real killers move in
Then how come all these rappers out here talking (shhh)
But lets all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
I'm something other than you with a different direction
I'm south Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad