Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You lose your grip, you can into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas
Ego in charge of every move, he's a
And we can't look
Due to the days he caught our hearts
falling apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we buy it
he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to into the mirror lately
was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to
'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was and he
The type of nigga he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody the balls to say somethin' 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 fault for idolizing
Based off the words be rappin'
But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the
Damn, that's what I get for to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is cryin' out for help
the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets

shoulda told me it would be like this
Be this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
False
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
shoulda told me it would be like this
Be this, be like this
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 time I see him, he
Talking 'bout, niggas don't with him, the shit is depressing
And I know he so he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans,
And a platform to make a rap song
To a nigga's life, but you too anxious living life
worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fucking it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a up late
Writin' words, hopin' observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there to me?
Do I these niggas to worship me? False prophets

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

These insecure
talk about being a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't sure
'Bout who are and why they do this
Guess I'm in that category
As a who done 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 moments came trying too hard
To impress niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' opinions
I give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make wish
This is to the ones
Who listen to me on some shit
I'm on some shit
But the real god is in you, not the you copping
I my old shit and I know I can top it
prophets

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