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 it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding on the left hand
Head first the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be
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 your four
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian thats neither nor there
The still getting chewed up, homie four pairs

2: Swoope]
We say they out and that don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no for repeat, we syndicate
Following their passions while we the Master
So we sorta kinda imitate following what
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is this life didn't pleasure us
to let it rule but that ruler didn't measure up
So they us living as king
"How He change your name to peace?", you get the metaphor
Let me write it life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can that letter up

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

[Verse 3: Alex
Got a girl on my arm but 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 way too fat they 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 be slaved the most in commons
Or gucci polo, louis vuitton and balenciaga
And miss me all you squeezing that llama
We As Kings only mean we living to please the Father

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

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just pick em up and (somethin')
I write in braille so these listeners can (somethin')
I they figured if they kill us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We some raggedy believers
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but don't get to know me
They throw me out their 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 tryna give beat a beating
Pleading with eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think here is gospel rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap full of crack and
The streets told me killers move in silence
how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar