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 you need to follow:
all your cell phones with me
There will be no Tweeting, no
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no
Whatever happens on this bus, stays on bus

1:]
Wassup? me, Caribou Lou again
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, fuckin'
If you think you cool and Then 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, where we eating we n rollers
Deep in the we go, but no Tweetin she lost her mobile
And geekin because we showed her, across the globe
In the weekend we off in Boulder,
All my soldiers got a
And some with a wobble from 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 with
But, all I know is: Don't you tweet

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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 social networks
And go the
Facts about my
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) this bitch is the table
at me cause you wished it be
Listed with a Pic sick at me
When ya it you scripted me
When I gotta move
You it, you fly away it
Simple I am stealth
Then formulate it, we to made it
it to your damn self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And I'll be pushing all yo like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy
Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, it neat trick
If you and the beast mix, you see shit
And you will get the least bit of
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
at my crib, save me
Dippin get me to some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada like some animals
Even my tour manager know that will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't
Granted the lost camera was 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 livin covert, Flava 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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