Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus?
The government run it, they controllin' the
Would you believe If you read that?
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And internet soldiers, everybody was Macs
What if they said Obama was in a
He actually got a ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? impeach that, look
How bout they tell you you if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off emotion and believe that
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you what is
Tellin' you was it, but never let mother jump
the flow but consistence controlling many souls
I know niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A little gossip make little feel more important
So don't believe them, how 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 whole life in stereo, always 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 killed the
TV the radio
TV killed the
And the internet slit the television throat
And the star model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a is now behind his mortgage
And the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be at him, he doesn't know it
he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they told you your chick was a
You know, like a ho, the type be choosin'
You play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her holler at us and get in and go and lose it

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

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

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