Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
If you believe
TV the radio
TV the radio

Let's get it, what if they you this music was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? If you that?
Yeah, what if they told you the iPhone was
They see all of your and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and is really like middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
if they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
Would you believe Niggas impeach that, look
How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and believe
You know you do wit' your ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you is dope
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
the flow but consistence controlling many souls
I know there's niggas molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's null 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 turn the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)

TV killed the
TV killed the
TV killed the
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star fell up out the orbit
And for broad a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be at him, he doesn't know it
'Cause he believed her, he couldn't be G'd by such 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 chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type be choosin'
You gon' play it like nah homie, as the car pull up
Tell her you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

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

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

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

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 boys to
You hear Uh, hear the Adapt Kings 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!