Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: to Tech N9ne's tour bus
Before you get on bus there's a couple rules you need to follow:
Leave all your cell with me
will 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, fuckin'
If you think you cool and true doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing that we do and do again
if they holders of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, we eating we rock n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost her
And geekin we showed her, freakin' across the globe
In the we off in Boulder, Colorado
All my soldiers got a
And some hoes with a wobble from sticky dough's you bobble
Head bitches model
And let's kick it
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 don't (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 then ya
Cause you go to
One of those social
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
When ya missed it you me
I gotta move invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
cause I am stealth
Then it, we tried to made it
Keep it to your self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And I'll be all yo buttons like movie phone
Act you belong, creeping in my groovy home
Drinkin we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it neat
If you and the beast mix, you see shit
And you will get the 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 drop some jizz on ya lid
We in partying like some animals
Even my manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't
the lost camera was planted in tall canisters
Keys, you will receive, right 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 I don't have that many followers!

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