Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, here's the deal: Welcome to Tech N9ne's bus
Before you get on this bus there's a couple you need to follow:
Leave all cell phones with me
There will be no Tweeting, no
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no
Whatever on this bus, stays on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin and choosing women that we do and do again
Only if they holders of they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we we rock n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost her
And geekin because we showed her, freakin' across the
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 let's kick it
A red full of brothels
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no
Why, would she ride, me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I don't (what?)
Who, she with
But, all I know is: Don't you tweet

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Do I told 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
about my nature
I gave to see you
(Oooooh) this is shakin the table
Pissed at me you wished it be
Listed a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya it you scripted me
When I gotta invisibly
You it, you fly away it
Simple cause I am
formulate it, we tried to made it
Keep it to your damn
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And be pushing all yo buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, in my groovy home
Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it trick
If you and the mix, you don't see shit
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
Thizz at my crib, me
get me to drop some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying like some
Even my tour manager know Tweetin will vanish ya
the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in tall
Keys, you will receive, right when you
Please, drop to ya knees, ya cannot leave, not a
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin like the paparazzi
We covert, Flava Flav know!
We let you see what we want to, and we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweetin is really out of her
That's why, I I don't have that many followers!

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