Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you that?
If you that?
TV killed the
TV killed the

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people came out here tonight
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh to the slutty boys to
You hear that? Uh, the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good now
I just want to talk to my people preaching
Unbelievable, get down!