Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus?
The government run it, they controllin' the
Would you that? If you read that?
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
Would you that? Niggas impeach that, look
How they tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and off that emotion and believe that
You know you do wit' weak ass
if they 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 television
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A gossip make little people feel more important
So believe them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

I down the radio just 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 (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV killed the
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star model up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't it
'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet
(News flash, flash, it's a cruel world)
(And no one's too thorough to lose it on to a uh)
if they told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
You play it like 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 killed the
TV killed it,
And then the internet slit the television

But not before I gave birth to several
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon' repeat we was told
And that bullets 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, wake up up)
As it flows 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 to the slutty boys to
You hear Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!