Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you this music was
The run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? If you read
Yeah, what if they told you the iPhone was
see all of your browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
if they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
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? you what is dope
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but controlling many souls
I there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more
So don't believe them, how they it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

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

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the internet the television throat
And the world model fell up out the orbit
And for that a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers visit shawty, 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, flash, it's a cruel world)
(And no one's too to lose it on to a girl uh)
if they told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, a ho, the type that be choosin'
You play 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 internet the television throat

But not before I birth to several episodes
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 my own song (song, song)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it into my vein

I'd to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh to the slutty boys to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now
I just want to talk to my people without
Unbelievable, get down!