Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I ain't throwing to a side chick
didn't play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman I pick
Wedding hand on the hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up good music when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find minus God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep four squares
I hear you from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
we christian thats neither here nor there
The track still getting chewed up, homie four

[Verse 2:
We say they missing out and that don't no sense, eh?
a no show for repeat, we syndicate
Following their while we following the Master
So we sorta imitate 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 to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down more than spinning wheels
Christ the foul, you can pick that letter up

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

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

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

[Verse 5:
throw stones, I just 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 started when crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they but they don't get to know me
throw me out their 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 punch me in, I'm tryna this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the 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 real killers in silence
Then how come all these rappers out talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm other than you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm truth and bad grammar