Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, life is a
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 look away
Due to the that 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 look into the mirror
There was a time when this was my hero, maybe
the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the to say somethin' to contest him
So he out of control
Into the person he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder happened
Maybe 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 what I get for lyin' to
Well, it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he top it, false prophets

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

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 time I see him, he
Talking 'bout, niggas don't with him, the shit is depressing
And I he so bitter he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a rap song
To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious living
Always 'bout the critics who ain't ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a who fucking with it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns into an obsession and a nigga up late
Writin' words, people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get
Do I do it for the love of the music or is more to me?
Do I want these niggas to me? False prophets

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

These insecure
They talk being a man so much
I finally understand that ain't even sure
who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in category
As a nigga who done had the
My highest moments 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 some niggas that couldn't if I'm on
from here on out, my hair grow out
I care bout opinions
I give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your
is dedicated to the ones
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
False

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