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

2: Swoope]
We say they missing out and that make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions we following the Master
So we sorta kinda following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we keep it
But the is that this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that ruler 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 than spinning wheels
Christ the foul, you can pick that letter up

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

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

4: Christon Gray]
Don't me, better unproach me
My words were so killer the gun quotes me, steel
Battle rappers murder, they quote me still
So sorry I hurt em hope they heal
Had to peel em was the mirage
But that wasn't real they still live in they garage
They got trend and hell raisers
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all failing
Easy, thats a 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 figured if kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who 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 abundance of my heart, you my art speak
And I don't fit in your genre, try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give this a beating
Pleading with eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets me real killers move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out here violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or your
That I'm other than you with a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad