Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, if they told you this music was bogus?
The run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you that? If you read 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 is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was 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 if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off emotion and believe that
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling souls
I there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A little gossip make little people more important
So don't believe them, how they it for the allure
A lot of 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 flows 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 killed the
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star model fell up out the
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
he believed her, thought 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 it on to a girl uh)
if they told 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 the radio
TV killed the
TV fuck it,
And then the internet slit the television

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

I down the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows 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 boys to
You hear that? Uh, the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!