Luyện nghe bài hát Gullible

Would you believe
If you that?
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, what if they you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of browsin' and know you be in your apps
And and Instagram is really like middle men
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying
if they said Obama was in a raid
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 that emotion and that
You know you do your weak ass
What if they make a 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
sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make people feel more important
So don't them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the

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

TV the radio
TV killed the
TV the radio
And then the internet slit the television
And the world star model fell up out the
And for that a rapper is now behind his mortgage
And 'notha the rappers would shawty, shawty be goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't 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 too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
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 killed the
TV the radio
TV killed it,
And the internet slit the television throat

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

I turn down the just to turn the TV on (on, on)
I my whole life 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 people that came out here tonight
Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea
Oh shout to the slutty to
You that? Uh, hear 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!