Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
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 that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they told you the iPhone was
They see all of your browsin' and you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is 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? 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' your ass
What if they make a Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but controlling many souls
I know there's niggas molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A little gossip make people feel more important
So don't believe them, how they it for the allure
A lot of are prodigal to the gullible

I down 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, wake up up)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV killed the
TV killed the
And then the internet the television throat
And the world star model up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now 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, he couldn't 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 told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, a ho, the type 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 the radio
TV the radio
TV fuck it,
And then the internet slit the throat

But not I gave birth to several episodes
Our generation is cursed, we got too many
We just believe they repeat what we was told
And know that 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 singing my own (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up up)
As it into 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, the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!