Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
didn't play a part at all
I comb through it and it's the woman I pick
Wedding on the left hand
Head into the moshpit
And that Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious
You messin' up that good when you add the Consequence
Tryin' find minus 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 nor there
The track still getting chewed up, four pairs

[Verse 2:
We say they out and that don't make no sense, eh?
YOLO's a no show for repeat, we
Following their passions while we following the
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 this life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it rule but that ruler measure up
So they question us living as
"How He change name to peace?", you ain't get the metaphor
Let me write it down life's more than spinning
Christ the foul, you can pick that letter up

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

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

[Verse 4: Gray]
Don't approach me, better 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 peel appeal em was the
But homie that wasn't they still live in they garage
They got trend setters and hell
We stay in our own we trailblazers
We all trail, we all constantly
Easy, a tall tail, apostrophe
But we to lose all, a new sport
So tell em we bruise

[Verse 5:
They throw stones, I just em up and build (somethin')
I write in braille so these listeners can (somethin')
I guess they figured if kill us then we'll cease
They forgot problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some believers
Some hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they don't get to me
They throw me out 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 give this a beating
Pleading with your eardrums until bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I you think this here is gospel 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 out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you a different direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm Compton with manners, I'm truth and bad grammar