Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus?
The government run it, they the culture
Would you believe that? If you read
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they said Obama was in a
He actually got a ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas 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 your weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you what is
Tellin' you was it, but never let mother jump
Pardon the but consistence controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by shows
Opinion sold but most's null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more
So don't believe them, how they 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 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 star model up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be
And be laughin' at him, he doesn't know it
'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by a sweet girl
(News flash, flash, it's 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, 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 the radio
TV the radio
TV killed it,
And then the slit the television throat

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

I turn the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always my own song (song, song)
As it flows 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 boys to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good now
I just want to talk to my people preaching
Unbelievable, get down!