Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you believe that? If you that?
Yeah, what if told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they said was in a raid
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 dyin' if you voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off that and believe that
You know you do wit' your 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 niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's null and void
A little gossip make little people more important
So don't believe them, how they 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 my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV killed the
And then the slit the television throat
And the world model fell up out the orbit
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 her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no one's too thorough to it on to a girl uh)
if they told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the that be choosin'
You play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

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

But not before I gave 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 radio just to the TV on (on, on)
I live my life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it into my vein

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here
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, Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now
I just want to talk to my people preaching
Unbelievable, get down!