Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you that? 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 and Instagram is really like middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas 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 know you do wit' weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you what is
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 sold but stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel important
So don't 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, always my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

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

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

But not I gave birth to several episodes
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon' what we was told
And know 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 (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my

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 Kings in the back, young
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good now
I just want to talk to my without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!