Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Be Like This)

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

Yeah, life is a
You lose grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see niggas trippin'
Ego in of every move, he's a star
And we can't look
Due to the days he caught our hearts
falling apart, but we deny it
Justifying half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a 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 fall from grace is hard to
'Cause I believed him when he said his was purer 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 that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, what happened
Maybe it's my fault for niggas
Based off the words be rappin'
But come to find out, these niggas don't write they shit
Hear new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for 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 his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets

Somebody told me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be 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
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
Talking 'bout, don't fuck 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 life, but you too anxious living life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't 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 need to be
Turns into an and keeps a nigga up late
Writin' words, hopin' people the dedication
That in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the or is there more 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 would be like
Be like this, be like
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like
Yeah, false

These insecure
They talk about being a man so
I finally understand that they ain't even
'Bout who they are and why they do
Guess I'm included in that
As a nigga who done had the
My highest moments come from telling all the saddest
I've in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs that raise the on my arms
My lowest moments from trying too hard
To impress some niggas couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my grow out
I care nothin' bout
I wanna give hope the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, your diss, make your wish
This is to the ones
Who listen to me on some faithful
I'm on some thankful
But the real god is in you, not the music you
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 this
False
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be this
prophets