Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you this was bogus?
The run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you believe If you read that?
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And Twitter and 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 they you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and that
You know you do your weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you what is
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I know there's niggas that's molded by shows
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A little gossip make little feel more important
So don't them, how they 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 my whole life in stereo, always 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, wake up up)

TV killed the
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 broad a is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be
And everybody be laughin' at him, he know it
'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, a cruel world)
(And no one's too thorough to lose it on to a uh)
What if they told you your chick was a
You know, a ho, the type that be choosin'
You gon' play it nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

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

But not before I gave to several episodes
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
We believe they gon' repeat what we was told
And know that 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 (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows 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, young
Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!