Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, if they told you this music was bogus?
The run it, they controllin' the culture
you believe 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 and Instagram is really like middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if said Obama was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag 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 know you do wit' weak ass
What if they a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I know there's niggas that's by television shows
sold but most's stay null and void
A little make little people feel more important
So don't believe them, how they need it for the
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

I turn down the radio 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 the internet slit the television throat
And the world star model up out the orbit
And for that a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the would visit shawty, shawty be goin'
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, it's a world)
(And no one's too thorough to it on to a girl uh)
if they told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
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 slit the television throat

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

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, up wake up)
As it into my vein

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