Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
If you believe
TV killed the
TV killed the

Let's get it, what if told you this music was bogus?
The government run it, they controllin' the
Would you that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they told you the iPhone was
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And Twitter and Instagram is really middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was Macs
What if said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to black
you believe that? 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 what is
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but controlling many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by television
Opinion sold but most's null and void
A little gossip make people feel more important
So don't them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

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 (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV killed the
TV the radio
TV killed the
And the internet slit the television throat
And the world star fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be
And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't it
'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they told you your chick was a
You know, like a ho, the type 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 slit the television throat

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

I turn down the just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always my own song (song, song)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows my vein

I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out tonight
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh shout to the slutty to
You that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!