Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

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, he's a
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
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror
There was a time this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from is hard to take
I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he
The of nigga swear he real 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 that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, what happened
it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the they be rappin'
But come to find out, these don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the
Damn, that's I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm him to stop
And playin' his old shit, he won't top it, false prophets

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

I got a homie, he a and he wanna win bad
He the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had
By all the legends, so every I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, the is depressing
And I know he so bitter he see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans,
And a platform to make a classic rap
To change a life, but you too anxious living life
Always worried 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 I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and a nigga up late
Writin' words, hopin' people the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get
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 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 me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody told me it would be like this
Yeah, prophets

These insecure
They about being a man so much
I finally that they ain't even sure
who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm in that category
As a nigga who done had the
My highest come from telling all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be to write
Songs that the hair on my arms
My lowest came from trying too hard
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my grow out
I care nothin' bout
I wanna give 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 faithful shit
I'm on some shit
But the real god is in you, not the music you
I my old shit and I know I can top it
prophets

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