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 was bogus?
The government run it, they controllin' the
you believe that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your and know you be in your apps
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
What if they said was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that,
How bout they you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and believe
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they jump
Pardon the flow but consistence many souls
I know there's that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and
A little gossip make little people more important
So don't believe them, how they need it for the
A lot of are prodigal to the gullible

I down the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always 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 killed the
TV the radio
TV killed the
And then the internet slit the television
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, shawty be
And everybody be at him, he doesn't know 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 it on to a girl uh)
What if told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the that be choosin'
You gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car up
Tell her holler at us and get in and go and lose it

TV killed the
TV killed the
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 many
We believe they gon' repeat what we was told
And know bullets are prodigal to the gullible

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

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