Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, life is a
You lose your grip, you can slip into an
No doubt you see these trippin'
Ego in of every move, he's a star
And we can't away
Due to the days that he caught our
He's apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we buy it
When he us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look the mirror lately
There was a time when nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real but all around 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, wonder happened
Maybe my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words they be
But come to find out, these niggas don't even write shit
some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is cryin' out for help
While the world's him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, prophets

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

I got a homie, he a rapper and he win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the that's been had
By all the legends, so every I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, niggas 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 platform to make a classic rap
To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious living
Always worried 'bout the critics who ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who with it
But in a I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a up late
Writin' words, people observe the dedication
That in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the or is there more to me?
Do I these niggas to worship me? False prophets

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

These insecure
They talk about a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't even
'Bout who are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in that
As a who done had the glory
My highest moments come telling all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be to write
that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came trying too hard
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
from here on out, my hair grow out
I care bout opinions
I wanna hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make 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 shit and I I can top it
prophets

Somebody told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like
Somebody told me it would be like this
prophets
(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
False