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:
all your cell phones with me
There 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, Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, hooligan
If you you cool and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll boozing and choosing women that we do and do again
if they holders of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and go, where we eating we rock n rollers
Deep in the we go, but no Tweetin she lost her mobile
And because we showed her, freakin' across the globe
In the weekend we off in Boulder,
All my got a bottle
And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella
bitches they model
And kick it Colorado's
A red full 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 hate to
Kick it and erase ya
Cause you go to
One of social networks
And go the
Facts my nature
I to see you later
(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 violate it, you fly it
Simple I am stealth
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 movie
Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy
Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my 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 want a lot of is in my biz lady
Crazy
at my crib, save me
Dippin get me to some jizz on ya lid maybe
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 camera was planted in canisters
Keys, you will receive, when you leave
Please, drop to ya knees, ya leave, not a thing
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin 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 that many followers!

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