Luyện nghe bài hát False Prophets (Kanye West Diss)

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

Yeah, is a balance
You lose grip, you can slip into an abyss
No you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in of every move, he's a star
And we can't look
Due to the that 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 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 grace is hard to take
I believed him when he said his shit 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
with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he out of control
Into the person that he was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, what happened
it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the they be rappin'
But to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they 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 eggin' him on, I'm him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false

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

I got a homie, he a rapper and he win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's had
By all the legends, so time I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, niggas don't fuck him, the shit is depressing
And I know he so he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a classic rap
To change a nigga's life, but you too living life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever did it
I write what's in my heart, don't a fuck who fucking with 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 observe the
That in you constantly, but intentions 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

shoulda 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 me it would be like this
Yeah, false

These rappers
They talk being a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't even
'Bout who they are and why do this
I'm included in that category
As a nigga who had the glory
My highest moments come from all the saddest stories
I've in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs that raise the on my arms
My lowest moments came from trying too
To impress some that 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 pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make wish
This is dedicated to the
Who listen to me on some shit
I'm on some thankful
But the god is in you, not the music you copping
I my old shit and I know I can top it
prophets

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