Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

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

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

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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 about my
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) this bitch is the table
Pissed at me you wished it be
Listed a Twit Pic sick at me
ya missed it you scripted me
When I gotta invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
Simple I am stealth
Then formulate it, we to made it
it to your damn self
Get our on, quiet, we can truly bone
And I'll be pushing all yo buttons movie phone
Act like you belong, in my groovy home
Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my owned
Way of life, it neat trick
If you and the beast mix, you don't see
And you get the least bit of resistance
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 some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in partying like some animals
Even my tour manager know that Tweetin will ya
the day I go and say my party wasn't 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 covert, Flava 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 have that many followers!

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