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

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

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

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

Verse One: Nice

Sometimes I like Bobby's World
Rocked the mic, jheri curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Secret
Uhh! It's time to Duke
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya Luke
It's Greg N-I always to juice
Too much Hennesey ya puke
Now I bust on indo
Uhh, I don't be fuckin keys
Rock the shell-top, or Lee's
I could write a song make a G's
You back to high school, nuthin but a tease
I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never drove a Lex dog, never drove a
or a Testarossa, puff L's
and I sip on mimosa, bedroom
homegirl have my poster, I'm not
That's the way it's to, makes ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, elevates
a roller coaster

Verse Two: Rhymes

Yo, the unsolved mystery
of how I rotate your chicken golden
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, freaks the close 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 singer
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of in case you tried to reach me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the flows will amaze ya
Hot to nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and present the closed
Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basket
Bend your ass back, you like elastic
More drastic I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz grant
Niggaz shit but they ain't got no skills
Lookin they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me you takin for granted
my lyrical cause will leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner Elektra and
Niggaz thought they could fly, but crash landed
Hah, when I'm in the place I'm up in house
All y'all corny motherfuckers need to your mouth!

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