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 cell phones with me
will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever on this bus, stays on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, hooligan
If you you cool and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll begin boozing and choosing women we do and do again
Only if they of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we we rock n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she her mobile
And geekin because we showed her, freakin' across the
In the weekend we off in Boulder,
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 full of
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no
Why, would she ride, me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I know (what?)
Who, she with
But, all I know is: 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 social networks
And go the
Facts about my
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin the
Pissed at me cause you it be
Listed with a Twit Pic at me
When ya missed it you me
When I move invisibly
You it, you fly away it
Simple I am stealth
Then formulate it, we to made it
Keep it to your damn
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And I'll be pushing all yo buttons like movie
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 don't see
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
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
Tweet the day I go and say my wasn't amateur
the lost camera 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 paparazzi
We livin covert, Flav 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 I don't have that many followers!

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