Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip into an
No doubt you see these trippin'
Ego in charge of move, he's a star
And we can't away
Due to the days he caught our hearts
He's falling apart, but we it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we buy it
When he us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the lately
There was a when this 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 fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to
Damn, wonder what
Maybe it's my for idolizing niggas
Based off the words they be
But come to find out, these niggas don't even they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for to myself
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, knowin' he won't top it, false

shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be 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 like
Somebody shoulda told me it 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 don't fuck with him, the 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 living life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fucking it
But in a I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a up late
Writin' words, hopin' people the dedication
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 niggas to me? False prophets

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

These insecure
talk about being a man so much
I finally understand that ain't even sure
'Bout who are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in category
As a nigga who had the glory
My moments come from telling all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be to write
Songs that raise the hair on my
My lowest came from trying too hard
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my hair out
I care bout opinions
I wanna give hope like the you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your
This is to the ones
Who listen to me on some shit
I'm on thankful shit
But the real god is in you, not the you copping
I my old shit and I know I can top it
False

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