Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

Somebody told 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 trippin'
Ego in of every move, he's a star
And we can't look
Due to the days that he caught our
falling apart, but we deny it
Justifying that shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's lately
It's been hard for him to look into the lately
was a time 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 said his 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 grows out of
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's to show
Damn, what happened
Maybe it's my fault for niggas
Based off the words they be
But come to find out, these niggas don't even they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then bite the shit
Damn, that's I get for lyin' to myself
Well, it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, he won't top it, false prophets

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

I got a homie, he a rapper and he win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect 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 know he so bitter he can't see his own
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans,
And a platform to a classic rap song
To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious living
Always worried the critics who ain't ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, give a fuck who fucking with it
But in a I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up
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 want these to worship me? False prophets

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

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

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