Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? If you that?
Yeah, what if told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And Twitter and Instagram is really middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
What if said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a to appear black
you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
How bout they you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off emotion and believe that
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 mother
the flow but consistence controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by shows
Opinion sold but stay null and void
A little gossip little people feel more important
So believe them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are to the gullible

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

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV killed the
And then the internet the television throat
And the star model fell up out the orbit
And for broad a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And be laughin' at him, he doesn't know it
'Cause he 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 was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the that be choosin'
You play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her holler at us and get in and go and lose it

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

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

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

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out tonight
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh shout to the boys 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!