Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, life is a
You lose your grip, you can slip into an
No doubt you see niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of move, he's a star
And we can't look
Due to the days that he our hearts
He's falling apart, but we it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we buy it
When he tell us he a but it's clearer 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 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 with the balls to say to contest him
So he out of control
the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, what happened
Maybe my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words they be
But come to find out, niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they the shit
Damn, what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, prophets

Somebody shoulda told me it 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 this, be like this
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 that's 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 make a rap song
To change a life, but you too anxious living life
Always worried 'bout the who ain't ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who with it
But in a sense I can relate, the to be great
Turns an obsession and keeps a nigga up late
words, hopin' people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get
Do I do it for the of the music or is there more to me?
Do I want these niggas to worship me? False

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

These rappers
They about being a man so much
I finally understand that they even sure
'Bout who are and why they do this
Guess I'm in that category
As a who done had the glory
My highest moments 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 trying too
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore here on out, my hair grow out
I care bout opinions
I give 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 faithful shit
I'm on thankful shit
But the god is in you, not the music you copping
I hear my old and I know I can top it
prophets

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