Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to N9ne's tour bus
you get on this bus there's a couple rules you need to follow:
Leave all your cell with me
will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus, on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, hooligan
If you think you cool and Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing that we do and do again
if they holders of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we eating we n rollers
Deep in the we go, but no Tweetin she lost 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 with a wobble sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches they
And let's it Colorado's
A red district of brothels
And med
Yo, we hide, just see, we get no privacy
Why, she ride, with me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I know (what?)
Who, she sleeps
But, all I know is: Don't you this

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

2:]
Baby I would to
it and then erase ya
Cause you go to
One of those social
And go the
about my nature
I to see you later
(Oooooh) bitch is shakin the table
Pissed at me cause you it be
Listed a Twit Pic sick at me
ya missed it you scripted me
When I gotta move
You violate it, you fly it
Simple cause I am
formulate it, we tried to made it
Keep it to your damn
Get our on, quiet, we can truly bone
And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like 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 will get the least bit of
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
get me to drop some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in partying like some animals
Even my tour manager that Tweetin will vanish ya
the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was in tall 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 livin covert, Flav know!
We let you see we want to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweetin gossip is out of her
That's why, I think I don't that many followers!

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