Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you this was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? If you read
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
see all of your browsin' and know you be in your apps
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they said was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
How they tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and believe
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling souls
I know there's niggas that's by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A little gossip little people feel more important
So don't them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are to the gullible

I turn down the radio just to 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 killed the
TV killed the
TV the radio
And the internet slit the television throat
And the world model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be 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 to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they told you chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
You gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car 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 to several episodes
Our generation is cursed, we got too clones
We just believe they gon' repeat 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 whole life in stereo, singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows my vein

I'd like to thank all the beautiful 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 Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now
I want to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!