Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One in my living quarters
And I ain't throwing dollars to a side
Ciroc didn't play a at all
I comb it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the left
Head into the moshpit
And when that Marvin on I don't have to be cautious
You up that good music when you add the Consequence
find forever 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 thats neither here nor there
The track still chewed up, homie four pairs

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

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

[Verse 3: Alex
Got a girl on my arm but thats my though
And i don't need a side piece, I don't those
Lil mama working body why she's eyes closed
Say his pockets way too fat they need
Twenty racks make it rain on dem bottles
Lift em up, bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, loud, this is what we follow
Past that, back things 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 we living to please the Father

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

[Verse 5:
They stones, I just pick 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 started when crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just some raggedy
Some hip-hop who married Mother Teresa (huh?)
So think but they don't get to know me
They me out their circles for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the of my heart, you hear my art speak
And I don't fit in genre, don't try to box me
But punch me in, I'm tryna give this beat a
Pleading with your eardrums until they the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think this here is rapping
Its like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets told me real killers move in
Then how come all these out here talking violent (shhh)
But lets take all your preconceptions or misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a different
I'm south Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta
I'm Compton manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar