Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
Would you that? If you read that?
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
see all of your browsin' and know you be in your apps
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
if they said Obama was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
How bout they you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off that emotion and that
You know you do your weak ass
What if make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother
Pardon the flow but consistence many souls
I know there's niggas that's molded by television
Opinion sold but most's stay null and
A little gossip make little people more important
So don't believe them, how they need it for the
A lot of are prodigal to the gullible

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

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

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

But not before I gave to several episodes
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
We believe they gon' repeat what we was told
And know that 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 into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it into my vein

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