Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You lose grip, you can slip into an abyss
No you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in of every move, he's a star
And we can't away
Due to the days that he caught our
He's 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 lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero,
That's the reason why his fall from is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was 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 balls to say somethin' to him
So he out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to
Damn, wonder happened
Maybe it's my fault for niggas
off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, 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 is he's cryin' out for help
the world's eggin' 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 this, be like this
Somebody told me it would be like this
prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
Be this, be like this
Somebody shoulda me it would be like this
Yeah, prophets

I got a homie, he a and he wanna win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect been had
By all the legends, so every I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, niggas fuck 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 worried the critics who ain't ever fucking did it
I write in my heart, don't give a fuck who fucking with it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
into an obsession and keeps a nigga up late
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 niggas to worship me? False prophets

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

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

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