Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you that?
If you believe
TV the radio
TV the radio

Let's get it, what if they told you this was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
you believe that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and you be in your apps
And Twitter and is really like middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to black
Would you believe that? impeach that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and believe
You know you do wit' your ass
What if make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they jump
Pardon the but consistence controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by shows
sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people more important
So don't believe them, how need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

I turn down the radio just to the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up up)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the internet the television throat
And the world model fell up out the orbit
And for broad a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he know it
'Cause he believed her, he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, a cruel world)
(And no one's too thorough to it on to a girl uh)
What if they you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
You gon' play it like nah homie, as the car pull up
Tell her holler at us and get in and go and lose it

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV killed it,
And then the internet slit the throat

But not before I birth to several episodes
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
We just they gon' repeat what we was told
And know that are prodigal to the gullible

I turn down the radio to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my own (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)
As it into my vein

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh shout to the slutty to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good now
I just want to talk to my without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!