Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech tour 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 happens on bus, stays on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you cool and true Then doing the my friend
You'll begin boozing and women that we do and do again
Only if holders of secrets they crossing over
The and often go, where we eating we rock n rollers
in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost her mobile
And because we showed her, freakin' across the globe
In the we off in Boulder, Colorado
All my soldiers got a
And some with a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches they
And kick 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 know (what?)
Who, she with
But, all I know is: you tweet this

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

2:]
Baby I hate to
it and then erase ya
Cause you go to
One of those social
And go the
Facts about my
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the
at me cause you wished it be
Listed a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya missed it you me
When I move invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
cause I am stealth
Then 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 phone
Act you belong, creeping in my groovy home
Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it 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 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 Canada partying like some
Even my tour manager know that will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in canisters
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 flickin like the fuckin
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 many followers!

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