Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these trippin'
Ego in charge of move, he's a star
And we can't look
Due to the days that he our hearts
He's apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror
There was a time when nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his from grace is hard to take
I believed him when 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
Nobody with the to say somethin' to contest him
So he out of control
Into the person that he was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder happened
it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words be rappin'
But come to out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then bite the shit
Damn, what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for
While the eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, prophets

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

I got a homie, he a rapper and he 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 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 'bout the 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
words, hopin' people 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 would be this
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda me it would be like this
Be this, be like this
Somebody told me it would be like this
Yeah, false

These insecure
They about being a man so much
I finally understand that they even sure
'Bout who they are and why do this
Guess I'm included in that
As a who done had the glory
My highest moments from telling all the saddest stories
I've in my life, I be fiendin' to write
that raise the hair on my arms
My moments came from trying too hard
To impress some niggas that couldn't if I'm on
from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' bout
I wanna give hope like the 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 thankful shit
But the god is in you, not the music you copping
I my old shit and I know I can top it
False

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