Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you 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 you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
What if they Obama was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? impeach that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't
So now you go put one in and relying off that and believe that
You know you do your weak ass
What if they make a list? you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother
Pardon the flow but controlling many souls
I know there's that's molded by television shows
Opinion but most's stay null and void
A little make little people feel more important
So don't them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are to the gullible

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

TV killed the
TV killed the
TV the radio
And then the internet slit the throat
And the world star fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
And the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And be laughin' 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)
What if they told you your chick was a
You know, like a ho, the type be choosin'
You gon' 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 the radio
TV killed the
TV fuck it,
And then the slit the television throat

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

I turn down the 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 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 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 want to talk to my people without
Unbelievable, get down!