Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

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, a star
And we look away
Due to the days he caught our hearts
falling 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 into the mirror lately
There was a when this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall 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 fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody the balls 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, what happened
it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words they be
But come to find out, these niggas even write they shit
Hear some new bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to
Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's out for help
While the world's him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, he won't top it, false prophets

Somebody shoulda me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody shoulda me it would 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 want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's had
By all the legends, so every time I see him, he
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 to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to a classic rap song
To change a life, but you too anxious living life
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 I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up
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 shoulda told me it be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody told me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false

These insecure
They talk being a man so much
I finally understand that they even sure
who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in category
As a who done had the glory
My highest moments come from all the saddest stories
seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came trying too hard
To some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my hair out
I care nothin' bout
I wanna hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, your diss, make your wish
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 and I know I can top it
False

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