Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you believe If you read that?
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and you be in your apps
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, was carrying Macs
What if they said was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
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 relying off that emotion and that
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you what is
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence many souls
I know there's niggas that's by television shows
Opinion sold but most's null and void
A gossip 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 life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up up)

TV the radio
TV killed the
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 the rappers 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, 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 gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car up
Tell her you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV killed 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 just believe gon' repeat what we was told
And know that bullets are to the gullible

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

I'd like to thank all the beautiful 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!