Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
The run it, they controllin' the culture
you believe 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 soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if said Obama was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't
So now you go put one in and relying off emotion and believe that
You know you do wit' weak ass
What if they make a list? you what is dope
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence many souls
I know there's niggas molded by television shows
sold but most's stay null and void
A gossip make little people feel more important
So don't believe them, how they 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 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 (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV killed the
TV killed the
TV killed the
And the internet slit the television throat
And the world model fell up out the orbit
And for broad a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, be goin'
And be laughin' at him, he doesn't know it
'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if 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 the radio
TV the radio
TV fuck it,
And then the internet slit the throat

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

I turn 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 (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 shout to the slutty to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt 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!