Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech tour bus
Before you get on this bus there's a couple rules you to follow:
all your cell phones with me
There be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no
Whatever on this bus, stays on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, hooligan
If you think you and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing women that we do and do
Only if they of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we eating we rock n
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no she lost her mobile
And geekin because we her, freakin' across the globe
In the weekend we off in Boulder,
All my soldiers got a
And some hoes a wobble from sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches model
And kick it Colorado's
A red full 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 with
But, all I is: Don't you tweet 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 then ya
you wanna go to
One of those networks
And go the
Facts my nature
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the
Pissed at me you wished it be
Listed a Twit Pic sick at me
ya missed it you scripted me
When I move invisibly
You it, you fly away it
Simple I am stealth
Then formulate it, we tried to 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 like you belong, creeping in my groovy
Drinkin we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it neat
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 want a lot of is in my biz lady
Crazy
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying some animals
Even my tour manager know Tweetin will vanish 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, to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a thing
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin like the fuckin
We livin covert, Flava know!
We let you see what we want to, and 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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