Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

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

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 vein (wake up, wake up up)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the internet slit the television
And the star model fell up out the orbit
And for that a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, be goin'
And everybody be at him, he doesn't 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 thorough to lose it on to a uh)
What if they told you your chick was a
You know, a ho, the type that be choosin'
You gon' play it nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

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

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

I down the radio 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 vein (wake up, wake up 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 shout to the slutty to
You hear that? Uh, 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!