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 run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? If you that?
Yeah, what if they told you the was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you be in your
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
Would you that? Niggas impeach that, look
How they tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and off that emotion and believe that
You know you do wit' weak ass
What if they make a list? Tellin' you what is
Tellin' you was it, but never let mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I know there's niggas that's molded by television
Opinion but most's stay null and void
A little make little people feel more important
So don't believe them, how 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 my whole life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star model up out the orbit
And for that a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he know it
'Cause he her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, a cruel world)
(And no too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type be choosin'
You gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car up
Tell her you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

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

But not before I gave birth to episodes
Our generation is cursed, we got too many
We just believe they gon' what 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, always singing my own (song, song)
As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my

I'd like to thank all the people that came out here tonight
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh to the slutty boys to
You that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings 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!