Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: to Tech N9ne's tour bus
Before you get on this bus there's a rules you need to follow:
Leave all your cell phones me
There be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
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 true Then doing the my friend
You'll boozing and choosing women that we do and do again
Only if they holders of secrets they over
The beaches and often go, where we eating we n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost her
And geekin because we her, freakin' across the globe
In the weekend we off in Boulder,
All my got a bottle
And some hoes with a wobble sticky dough's you hella bobble
Head bitches they
And kick it Colorado's
A red district full of
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 sleeps
But, all I know is: Don't you tweet

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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
you wanna go to
One of those networks
And go the
about my nature
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the
Pissed at me you wished it be
Listed with a Twit Pic at me
ya missed it you scripted 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 self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly
And be pushing all yo buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my home
Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my owned
Way of life, keep it neat
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 it is baby
No I don't a lot of is in my biz lady
Daily
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to drop some on ya lid maybe
We in partying like some animals
my tour manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my party amateur
Granted the lost was planted in tall canisters
Keys, you will receive, right when you
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 what we want to, and we say so
(Monitor!)
Her gossip is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't that many followers!

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