Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't throwing to a side chick
Ciroc didn't play a at all
I comb through it and it's the woman that I
Wedding on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin come on I don't to be cautious
You messin' up that good music you add the Consequence
Tryin' find forever God use your Common Sense
We set fire to your box, keep your squares
I hear you hating the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!"
Yeah we christian neither here nor there
The track still 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
their passions while we following the Master
So we kinda imitate following what Sensei
Synonym, sin in 'em
And its the sin in us if we it Benjamin
But the difference is that this didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that didn't measure up
So they question us as king
"How He change name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me it down life's more than spinning wheels
Christ bought the foul, you can that 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 ain't real thats a misconception
Been a struggle only Jesus us
And we fall, so its hard to get up
We want em getting the wrong impressions
Cause this is real ain't no

3: Alex Faith]
Got a on my arm but thats my wife though
And i don't need a side piece, I don't like
Lil mama working that body why she's eyes
Say his pockets way too fat need lipo
Twenty racks make it sparkles on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, this is we follow
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
I be slaved the most in commons
Or that gucci polo, louis vuitton and
And miss me all you squeezing that llama
We Live As Kings mean we living to please the Father

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

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so these can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they kill us then we'll
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 they think but don't get to know me
throw 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 your genre, try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until they the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its more like bringing balance, these rap full of crack and
The told me real killers move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your or your misconceptions
That I'm something than you with a different direction
I'm side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm good and bad grammar