Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 5:
They stones, I just pick 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 just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they but they don't get to know me
They 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 genre, don't try to box me
But me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales of crack and
The streets told me killers move in silence
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
That I'm other than you with a different direction
I'm south Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good and bad grammar