Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

get it, what if they told you this music was bogus?
The run it, they controllin' the culture
you believe that? If you read that?
Yeah, if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of browsin' and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like men
And internet soldiers, everybody was Macs
What if they said Obama was in a
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear
Would you believe that? impeach that, look
How they tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting?
So now you go put one in and relying off emotion and believe that
You know you do your weak ass
if they make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they jump
Pardon the but consistence controlling many souls
I there's niggas that's molded by television shows
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 to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my life in stereo, always singing my own song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)

TV killed the
TV killed the
TV killed the
And the internet slit the television throat
And the world model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad a rapper is now his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be
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, it's a world)
(And no too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they told you your chick was a
You know, like a ho, the type that be
You gon' play it like nah homie, as the car pull 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 then the internet the television throat

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

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