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 rules you to follow:
Leave all your cell phones me
There be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no
Whatever happens on 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 boozing and choosing women that we do and do
Only if they holders of secrets they over
The beaches and often go, we eating we rock n rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she her mobile
And geekin we showed her, freakin' 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 they
And kick it Colorado's
A red district full of
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, see, we get no privacy
Why, she ride, with me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I don't (what?)
Who, she sleeps
But, all I is: Don't you tweet this

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Do what I told you, I told you, I you
(Don't this!)

2:]
Baby I would to
Kick it and erase ya
you wanna go to
One of those social
And go the
Facts about my
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this bitch is the table
at me cause you wished it be
Listed with a Twit Pic at me
ya missed it you scripted me
When I gotta invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
cause I am stealth
Then formulate it, we tried to it
Keep it to your self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And I'll be pushing all yo like movie phone
Act you belong, creeping in my groovy home
Drinkin Bou-Lou we go all my owned
Way of life, it neat trick
If you and the mix, you don't 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
Crazy
at my crib, save me
Dippin get me to some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in Canada partying like animals
Even my tour manager know Tweetin will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my party amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in canisters
Keys, you will receive, when you leave
Please, drop to ya knees, ya leave, not a thing
Put ya phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin like the paparazzi
We livin covert, Flava know!
We let you see we want to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweetin gossip is out of her
That's why, I think I have that many followers!

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