Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: to Tech N9ne's 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 on this bus, stays on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, fuckin'
If you think you and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing women that we do and do
if they holders of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we 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 weekend we off in Boulder,
All my got a bottle
And some hoes with a wobble from 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, see, we get no privacy
Why, would she ride, me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I know (what?)
Who, she with
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
Kick it and erase ya
Cause you go to
One of those networks
And go the
Facts my nature
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) bitch is shakin the table
at me cause you wished it be
Listed with a Twit Pic at me
When ya it you scripted me
When I move invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
Simple I am stealth
Then formulate it, we tried to it
it to your damn self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And I'll be pushing all yo like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my home
Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my owned
Way of life, keep it trick
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 what it is
No I don't a lot of is in my biz lady
Crazy
Thizz at my crib, me
get me to drop some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying some animals
Even my manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in tall
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 like the fuckin paparazzi
We livin covert, Flava 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 don't have that followers!

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