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 a couple rules you need to follow:
Leave all your cell phones me
There will be no Tweeting, no
No the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus, stays on bus

1:]
Wassup? me, Caribou Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you cool and true doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and women that we do and do again
Only if holders of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we eating we n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no she lost her mobile
And geekin because we showed her, freakin' 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 full of brothels
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, see, we get no privacy
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 told you, I you
(Don't this!)

2:]
Baby I would to
Kick it and erase ya
you wanna go to
One of those networks
And go the
Facts about my
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) bitch is shakin the table
at me cause you wished it be
Listed a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya it you scripted me
I gotta move invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
cause I am stealth
Then formulate it, we to made it
Keep it to damn self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly
And I'll be all yo buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my home
Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it neat
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 a lot of is in my biz lady
Daily
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to drop some jizz on ya lid
We in partying like some animals
Even my manager know that Tweetin 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 flickin the fuckin paparazzi
We livin covert, Flava know!
We let you see we want to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweetin is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't have many followers!

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