Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you this music was
The government run it, they controllin' the
Would you that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they told you the was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
What if they said was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that,
How bout tell 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 jump
Pardon the flow but consistence many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by television
Opinion but most's stay null and void
A little gossip little people feel more important
So don't 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 live my whole life in stereo, always my own song (song, song)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the internet the television throat
And the star model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he know it
'Cause he her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet 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 chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type be choosin'
You gon' it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
her you'll holler at us and get in and go and lose it

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV fuck it,
And then the slit the television throat

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

I turn down the 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, 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 shout to the boys to
You hear Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel right now
I just want to talk to my without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!