Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

Yeah, life is a
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 look
Due to the days he caught our hearts
He's falling apart, but we it
that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero,
the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I 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 balls to say somethin' to him
So he grows out of
Into the person that he truly was all along, startin' to show
Damn, wonder happened
it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the they be rappin'
But come to out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear new style 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, knowin' he won't top it, prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it be like this
Be like this, be like
Somebody told me it would be like this
prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
Be like this, be like
shoulda 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
'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing
And I know he so bitter he see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too to see you got fans, nigga
And a to make 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, give a fuck who fucking with it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns an obsession and keeps a nigga up late
Writin' words, people observe the dedication
stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there to me?
Do I these niggas to worship me? False prophets

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

These insecure
They talk about a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't sure
'Bout who are and why they do this
I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the
My highest moments 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 moments from trying too hard
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' bout
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw in
Hit the store, take diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the
Who listen to me on some shit
I'm on thankful shit
But the real god is in you, not the music you
I hear my old and I know I can top it
False

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