Luyện nghe bài hát You Won't Tell, I Won't Tell

[Greg Nice] Hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey
what? Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
[Busta Rhymes] Nice, Busta Rhymes in the place to be
And for the whole entire to see
up your whole entire par-ty

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

Busta and Greg Nice we never fa-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
My shit stay fresh never ever stale
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Foot to your ass just like the third ra-il
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
get stitches when they go to ja-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)

Verse Greg Nice

Sometimes I like Bobby's World
Rocked the mic, before jheri
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Secret
Uhh! It's time to Patti
So shake mamma gave ya like Luke
It's Greg N-I always to juice
Too much make ya puke
Now I bust on dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with
Rock the shell-top, or Lee's
I could write a make a hundred G's
You went back to high school, nuthin but a
Know I got stones, me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never drove a Lex dog, drove a Land
or a Testarossa, rather L's
and I sip on mimosa, wall
have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way it's supposed to, ya hot
Much than a toaster, style elevates
like a roller

Verse Two: Busta

Yo, the greatest mystery
of how I rotate chicken golden rotissiere
the cheesecake flow from here to Sicily
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, even freaks the caption
Snap break a piece off, a small fraction
I still your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera nigga
doin the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in you tried to reach me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe
Seal up the box and the closed casket
Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basket
Bend ass back, stretch you like elastic
drastic when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz grant
Niggaz talkin shit but they got no skills
Lookin like full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you for granted
When my lyrical cause will leave y'all stranded
Distributed by, Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz they could fly, but really crash landed
Hah, when I'm in the I'm up in your house
All y'all corny motherfuckers need to your mouth!

[Greg
If you won't te-ll, I won't
If you won't te-ll (I that I won't te-ll)
I say if you te-ll...