Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
Would you believe 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 soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they said Obama was in a
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that,
How bout they 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? you what is dope
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by television
Opinion but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little feel more important
So believe them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of are prodigal to the gullible

I down 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 my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV killed the
TV killed the
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star model up out the orbit
And for broad a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he know it
'Cause he believed her, 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 lose it on to a uh)
What if they told you your was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the that be choosin'
You gon' it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
her you'll holler at us and get in and go and lose it

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

But not before I gave birth to several
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon' repeat 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 life 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 came out here
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 want to to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!