Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, if they told you this music was bogus?
The run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And and Instagram is really like 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 swag to appear
Would you believe that? impeach that, look
How bout tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and believe
You know you do wit' weak ass
What if make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the but consistence controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by television
Opinion sold but stay null and void
A little gossip little people feel more important
So don't believe them, how they need it for the
A lot of are prodigal to the gullible

I turn 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 flows into my vein (wake up, up wake 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 that a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't it
'Cause he her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no one's too to lose it on to a girl uh)
if they told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type be choosin'
You gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car up
her you'll holler at us and get in and go and lose it

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

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

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