Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you believe that? If you that?
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in apps
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
if they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to black
Would you believe Niggas 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 and believe that
You know you do wit' your ass
if they make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I know there's niggas molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and
A little gossip make little feel more important
So don't them, how they 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 life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV killed the
TV killed the
TV the radio
And then the internet the television throat
And the world star model 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
'Cause he believed her, thought he be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, a cruel world)
(And no one's too thorough to lose it on to a uh)
What if they you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the that be choosin'
You gon' play it nah homie, soon 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 fuck it,
And then the internet the television throat

But not before I gave birth to several
Our generation is cursed, we got too many
We just believe they gon' repeat what we was
And that bullets 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 my own song (song, song)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my

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