Luyện nghe bài hát don't tweet this

Hello ladies, the deal: Welcome 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
will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus, on this bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou
(Tech N9ne!) City, fuckin' hooligan
If you think you cool and true Then doing the fool my
begin boozing and choosing women that we do and do again
Only if they of secrets they crossing over
The and often go, where we eating we rock n rollers
Deep in the we go, but no Tweetin she lost her mobile
And geekin because we her, freakin' across the globe
In the we off in Boulder, Colorado
All my soldiers got a
And some hoes with a wobble sticky dough's you hella bobble
bitches they model
And kick it Colorado's
A red district of brothels
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, see, we get no privacy
Why, would she ride, me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I don't (what?)
Who, she with
But, all I know is: you tweet this

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

2:]
Baby I hate to
Kick it and then ya
Cause you go to
One of social networks
And go the
Facts about my
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this is shakin the table
Pissed at me cause you it be
Listed with a Twit Pic at me
ya missed it you scripted me
When I gotta move
You violate it, you fly it
Simple I am stealth
Then formulate it, we tried to it
Keep it to your damn
Get our on, quiet, we can truly bone
And I'll be all yo buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my groovy
Drinkin we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, it neat 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 don't a lot of is in my biz lady
Crazy
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to some jizz on ya lid maybe
We in partying like some animals
Even my tour manager know that Tweetin will ya
the day I go and say my party wasn't amateur
Granted the lost camera was planted in canisters
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 fuckin
We covert, Flava Flav know!
We let you see what we to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her gossip is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't have many followers!

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