Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
If you believe
TV the radio
TV the radio

get it, what if they 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 like men
And internet soldiers, was carrying Macs
if they said Obama was in a raid
He got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? 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 Tellin' you what is dope
you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I there's niggas that's molded by television shows
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 bullets are prodigal to the

I down 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 into my (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV the radio
TV killed the
TV the radio
And then the internet the television throat
And the star model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now behind his
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, a cruel 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' play it nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her you'll at us and get in and go and lose it

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

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

I turn down the radio to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole in stereo, always singing 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 people that came out here tonight
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, Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!