Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You lose grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas
Ego in of every move, he's a star
And we can't away
Due to the that he caught our hearts
He's apart, but we deny it
that half-ass shit he dropped, we always 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 this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him he said his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he out of control
the person 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 niggas don't 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 him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, prophets

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

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 time I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing
And I he so bitter 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 change a nigga's life, but you too living life
Always worried the critics who ain't ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't a fuck who fucking with it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a up late
Writin' words, hopin' people observe the
That in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the of the music or is there more to me?
Do I want these to worship me? False prophets

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

These insecure
talk about being a man so much
I finally that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why do this
Guess I'm included in category
As a who done had the glory
My highest moments come from all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to
that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from trying too
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from on out, my hair grow out
I care bout opinions
I wanna give like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make wish
is dedicated to the ones
Who to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some shit
But the real god is in you, not the music you
I hear my old and I know I can top it
False

Somebody shoulda told me it 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 this
False