Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
If you believe
TV the radio
TV killed the

Let's get it, what if they told you this music was
The run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you believe If you read that?
Yeah, what if they told you the was tapped?
see all of your browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was Macs
if they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that,
How bout they tell you you 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
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and
A little gossip make little people feel important
So don't believe them, how need it for the allure
A lot of are prodigal to the gullible

I turn down the radio to turn 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, up wake up)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the slit 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 visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't it
he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they told you your was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
You gon' play it nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her you'll at us and get in and go and lose it

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

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

I turn the radio just to turn 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, up wake up)
As it flows my vein

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