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 couple rules you need to
all your cell phones with me
There be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus, stays on bus

1:]
Wassup? It's me, Caribou Lou
(Tech N9ne!) Kansas City, fuckin'
If you you cool and true Then doing the fool my friend
You'll boozing and choosing women that we do and do again
if they holders of secrets they crossing over
The beaches and often go, where we eating we n rollers
in the thoughts we go, but no Tweetin she lost 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 hoes with a wobble from sticky you hella bobble
bitches they model
And let's kick it
A red district of brothels
And med
Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no
Why, she ride, with me
Tweet, and lie to me?
I know (what?)
Who, she with
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
it and then erase ya
Cause you go to
One of social networks
And go the
Facts my nature
I to see you later
(Oooooh) this is shakin the table
Pissed at me you wished it be
with a Twit Pic sick at me
When ya it you scripted me
I gotta move invisibly
You violate it, you fly it
Simple cause I am
Then formulate it, we tried to it
Keep it to damn self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can bone
And I'll be pushing all yo buttons movie phone
Act like you belong, creeping in my home
Bou-Lou we go all my groupies owned
Way of life, keep it neat
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 want a lot of is in my biz lady
Daily
Thizz at my crib, me
Dippin get me to drop some jizz on ya lid
We in partying like some animals
Even my manager know that Tweetin will vanish ya
Tweet the day I go and say my 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 like the fuckin paparazzi
We livin covert, Flav know!
We let you see what we to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweetin is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't have many followers!

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