Luyện nghe bài hát Misconceptions Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Dre
One woman in my living
And I ain't throwing to a side chick
Ciroc didn't a part at all
I comb it and it's the woman that I pick
Wedding hand on the left
first into the moshpit
And when that 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 fire to your box, keep four squares
I hear you from 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 missing out and that make 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 difference is that life didn't pleasure us
Tried to let it but that ruler didn't measure up
So question 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 pick letter up

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

[Verse 3: Faith]
Got a on my arm but thats my wife though
And i don't a side piece, I don't like those
Lil mama working that body why she's eyes
Say his pockets way too fat they lipo
Twenty racks make it sparkles on dem bottles
em up, shawty bad, she look like a model
Rollin up, smoking loud, is what we follow
Past that, looking things are kind of hollow
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 living to the Father

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

[Verse 5:
throw stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin')
I in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin')
I guess they figured if they us then we'll cease
They forgot this problem started when crucified our leader (frontin')
And who is we? We just raggedy believers
Some hip-hop hybrids who married Teresa (huh?)
So they think but they don't get to me
They throw me out their for being a square (lonely)
Homie out the of my heart, you hear my art speak
And I don't fit in your genre, try to box me
But punch me in, I'm give this beat a beating
Pleading with your eardrums they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)
But wait I know you think here is gospel rapping
Its more bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and
The streets me real killers move in silence
Then how come all these rappers out talking violent (shhh)
But take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions
That I'm something other than you with a direction
I'm south side Chicago, I'm Atlanta
I'm with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar