Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you this was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you believe that? If you that?
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really 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 black
Would you that? Niggas impeach that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't
So now you go put one in and off that emotion and believe that
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but stay null and void
A gossip make little people feel more important
So believe them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

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

TV the radio
TV killed the
TV the radio
And the internet slit the television throat
And the world star fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
And 'notha the would visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he know it
'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no one's too to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, a ho, the type that be choosin'
You gon' play it nah homie, soon as the car pull up
her you'll holler at us and get in and go and lose it

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV killed it,
And the internet slit the television throat

But not before I gave 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 prodigal to the

I turn 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 flows 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 slutty to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!