Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
you believe that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, was carrying Macs
What if they Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to black
you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
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' weak ass
What if they make a Tellin' you what is dope
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the but consistence controlling many souls
I know there's niggas molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and
A little gossip make little people feel more
So don't believe them, how 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 in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up up)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)

TV killed the
TV killed the
TV the radio
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star model fell up out the
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
And 'notha the rappers visit shawty, 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 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 gon' play it like nah homie, 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 fuck it,
And the internet slit the television throat

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

I turn down the radio just to 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

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that 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 good right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!