Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, the deal: Welcome to Tech N9ne's tour bus
Before you get on this bus a couple 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? It's me, Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing that we do and do again
Only if they holders of secrets crossing over
The beaches and often go, we eating we rock n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she her mobile
And geekin because we showed her, across the globe
In the we off in Boulder, Colorado
All my soldiers got a
And some hoes a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches model
And let's it Colorado's
A red district of brothels
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 sleeps
But, all I know is: Don't you tweet

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

2:]
Baby I would to
Kick it and then ya
Cause you go to
One of those networks
And go the
about my nature
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this is shakin the table
at me cause you wished it be
Listed with a Pic sick at me
When ya missed it you me
When I move invisibly
You it, you fly away it
Simple cause I am
Then formulate it, we to made it
Keep it to damn self
Get our on, quiet, we can truly bone
And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like movie
Act you belong, creeping in my groovy home
Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, it neat trick
If you and the mix, you don't 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 don't want a lot of is in my biz
Crazy
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to drop jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying like animals
Even my tour manager know that will vanish ya
the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur
Granted the lost was planted in tall canisters
Keys, you will receive, when you leave
Please, drop to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be like the fuckin paparazzi
We covert, Flava Flav know!
We let you see what we want to, and we say so
(Monitor!)
Her gossip is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't that many followers!

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