Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
Be this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it be like this

Yeah, life is a
You lose grip, you can slip into an abyss
No you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a
And we can't away
Due to the days he caught our hearts
He's apart, but we deny it
that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to into the mirror lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero,
That's the why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him he said his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say to contest him
So he out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, startin' to show
Damn, what happened
Maybe it's my fault for niggas
off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these niggas don't write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the
Damn, what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more is he's cryin' out for help
While the eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, he won't top it, false prophets

Somebody told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like
Yeah, prophets

I got a homie, he a and he wanna win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's had
By all the legends, so time I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing
And I know he so bitter he see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a classic rap
To change a life, but you too anxious living life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who with it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up
Writin' words, people observe the dedication
That in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there to me?
Do I want niggas to worship me? False prophets

Somebody shoulda me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
Yeah, prophets

rappers insecure
They talk about a man so much
I finally understand that they even sure
'Bout who they are and why do this
I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the
My highest moments come from telling all the saddest
I've seen in my life, I be to write
that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments from trying too hard
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' bout
I give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your
This is dedicated to the
Who to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some shit
But the real god is in you, not the you copping
I hear my old and I know I can top it
False

Somebody told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
False
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
prophets