Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech tour bus
Before you get on this bus there's a rules you need to follow:
Leave all your cell phones me
will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no
Whatever happens on this bus, stays on bus

1:]
Wassup? me, Caribou Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin and choosing women that we do and do again
Only if they of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, we eating we rock n rollers
in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost her mobile
And geekin because we showed her, freakin' across the
In the weekend we off in Boulder,
All my soldiers got a
And some hoes a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches they
And let's it Colorado's
A red district full of
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no
Why, would she ride, me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I don't (what?)
Who, she with
But, all I is: Don't you tweet this

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Do what I told you, I you, I told you
(Don't this!)

2:]
Baby I hate to
Kick it and erase ya
you wanna go to
One of those social
And go the
about my nature
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this bitch is the table
Pissed at me you wished it be
with a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya missed it you me
When I gotta invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
cause I am stealth
Then formulate it, we to made it
Keep it to your damn
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly
And I'll be pushing all yo like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my home
Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my groupies
Way of life, it neat trick
If you and the beast mix, you see shit
And you get the least bit of resistance
We who we see fit, but yo
(Don't This)

3:]
Yeah, it is what it is
No I want a lot of is in my biz lady
Crazy
at my crib, save me
Dippin get me to drop jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying like some
Even my tour manager know Tweetin will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in canisters
Keys, you receive, right when you leave
Please, to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a thing
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin like the paparazzi
We covert, Flava Flav know!
We let you see we want to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her gossip is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't have that followers!

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