Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

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

Let's get it, what if they told you music was bogus?
The government run it, controllin' the culture
you believe that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your and know you be in your apps
And Twitter and is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was Macs
What if they Obama was in a raid
He actually got a ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you that? Niggas 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 that
You you do wit' your weak ass
What if they a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many
I know niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay and void
A gossip make little people feel 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 just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my own (song, song)
As it flows into my (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up up)

TV the radio
TV the radio
TV the radio
And then the slit the television throat
And the world star model up out the orbit
And for that broad a is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would visit shawty, shawty be
And everybody be at him, he doesn't know it
'Cause he believed her, thought he be G'd by such a sweet girl
(News flash, news flash, it's a world)
(And no one's too to lose it on to a girl 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 you'll holler at us and get in and go and it

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

But not before I gave birth to episodes
Our is cursed, we got too many clones
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 life in stereo, always singing my own (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 feel right now
I just to talk to my people without preaching
Unbelievable, get down!