Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech N9ne's bus
Before you get on this bus there's a couple rules you need to
Leave all cell phones with me
There be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no
Whatever on this bus, stays on this bus

1:]
Wassup? me, Caribou Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you cool and true Then doing the my friend
begin boozing and choosing 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 thoughts we go, but no 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 hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches model
And let's kick it
A red district full of
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, 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: Don't you this

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

2:]
Baby I hate to
it and then erase ya
Cause you go to
One of those networks
And go the
Facts about my
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) bitch is shakin the table
Pissed at me you wished it be
Listed with a Pic sick at me
ya missed it you scripted me
When I gotta invisibly
You it, you fly away it
Simple cause I am
Then formulate it, we to made it
Keep it to your self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And be pushing all yo buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy
Drinkin we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it trick
If you and the mix, you don't see shit
And you will get the bit of resistance
We who we see fit, but yo
(Don't This)

3:]
Yeah, it is it is baby
No I don't a lot of is in my biz lady
Crazy
at my crib, save me
Dippin get me to drop some on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying like animals
Even my tour manager know that Tweetin will ya
Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't
Granted the lost camera was planted in tall
Keys, you will receive, right when you
Please, to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a thing
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And be flickin like the fuckin paparazzi
We livin covert, 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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