Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

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

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

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

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

But not before I gave birth to several
Our generation is cursed, we got too many
We believe they gon' repeat 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 into my vein (wake up, wake up up)
As it into my vein

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