Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

Yeah, life is a
You lose grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas
Ego in charge of move, he's a star
And we can't 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 clearer
been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a when this nigga was my hero, maybe
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 swear he 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 was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what
Maybe it's my for idolizing niggas
Based off the words be rappin'
But come to find out, these niggas don't even write shit
some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like
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 me it would be like this
Be this, be like this
Somebody told 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 that's 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 make a rap song
To change a nigga's life, but you too living life
worried 'bout 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 sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns into an obsession and a nigga up late
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 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 would be like
Yeah, prophets

These insecure
talk about being a man so much
I finally understand they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do
I'm included in that category
As a nigga who had the glory
My highest moments come from telling all the stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to
Songs that the hair on my arms
My moments came from trying too hard
To some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my grow out
I care nothin' opinions
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw in
Hit the store, take your diss, your wish
is dedicated to the ones
Who listen to me on faithful 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
prophets

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