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
Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in the place to be
And for the entire world to see
Fuckin up your whole entire

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

Busta Rhymes and Greg we never fa-il
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
My shit stay fresh ever ever stale
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Foot shock to 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 One: Greg

Sometimes I like Bobby's World
Rocked the mic, before curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, Secret Squirrel
Uhh! It's time to Patti
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya Luke
Greg N-I always down to juice
Too much Hennesey ya puke
Now I on indo 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, but a tease
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please
Walkin the street wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I drove a Lex dog, never drove a Land
or a Testarossa, puff L's
and I sip on mimosa, wall
homegirl have my poster, I'm not
That's the way it's to, makes ya hot
hotter than a toaster, style elevates
like a coaster

Verse Two: Rhymes

Yo, the greatest unsolved
of how I rotate your chicken golden
Freak the cheesecake from here to Sicily
You really to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, freaks the close caption
break a piece off, a little small fraction
I still fulfill dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of completing a
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera nigga
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
we bust guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you tried to reach me my pager
I'm bout to ya, with the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe
up the box and present the closed casket
Busta got the boombastic fruit basket
your ass back, stretch you like elastic
More drastic when I be fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my grant wills
Niggaz talkin shit but they ain't got no
Lookin they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you for granted
my lyrical cause will leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz thought they could fly, but really landed
Hah, when I'm in the place I'm up in house
All y'all corny motherfuckers to shut your mouth!

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