Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip an abyss
No doubt you see these trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, a star
And we can't look
Due to the days he caught our hearts
He's apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a but it's clearer lately
been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a when this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he 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 grows out of
Into the person that he truly was all along, startin' to show
Damn, what happened
Maybe it's my for idolizing niggas
Based off the words be rappin'
But to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to
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, knowin' he won't top it, prophets

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

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

Somebody told me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be 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 would be this
Yeah, false

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

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