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 couple rules you to follow:
Leave all your phones with me
There be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus, on this bus

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

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

2:]
Baby I hate to
Kick it and erase ya
Cause you go to
One of those social
And go the
Facts about my
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) bitch is shakin the table
Pissed at me cause you it be
with a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya it you scripted me
I gotta move invisibly
You it, you fly away it
Simple I am stealth
formulate it, we tried 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 like you belong, creeping in my groovy
Drinkin we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it neat
If you and the beast mix, you don't see
And you will get the least bit of
We who we see fit, but yo
(Don't This)

3:]
Yeah, it is it is baby
No I want a lot of is in my biz lady
Daily
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying like some
Even my tour manager know that will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my party amateur
Granted the lost was planted in tall canisters
Keys, you receive, right 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 livin covert, Flav know!
We let you see what we want to, and we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweetin is really out of her
That's why, I think I have that many followers!

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