Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
If you believe
TV the radio
TV the radio

Let's get it, if they told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you that? If you read that?
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
if they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a 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 that emotion and believe
You know you do wit' your ass
What if they make a list? you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother
Pardon the but consistence controlling many souls
I know niggas that's molded by television shows
sold 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 are prodigal to the gullible

I turn down the 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 (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 model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
And 'notha the rappers would shawty, 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 a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, a cruel world)
(And no one's too to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
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 killed it,
And then the internet slit the throat

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

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

I'd like to thank all the 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 Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel right now
I just want to to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!