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] Greg Nice, Busta in the place to be
And for the whole world to see
up your whole entire par-ty

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

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

Verse One: Nice

Sometimes I feel like World
Rocked the mic, before jheri
Single, mingle, no main
On the low, Secret Squirrel
Uhh! It's time to Duke
So whatcha mamma gave ya like Luke
It's Greg N-I always to juice
Too much Hennesey make ya
Now I on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with
Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped
I could a song make a hundred G's
You went back to high school, nuthin but a
I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never a Lex dog, never drove a Land
or a Testarossa, rather 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
Much hotter than a toaster, elevates
like a roller

Verse Busta Rhymes

Yo, the greatest unsolved
of how I rotate your golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to
You really need to get offa my,
The main attraction, even the close caption
Snap break a piece off, a little small
I still fulfill dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a singer nigga
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you tried to reach me my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, me Smokin Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the fruit basket
Bend your ass back, you like elastic
More drastic when I be fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the large bills barbeque on the
Me and my niggaz wills
talkin shit but they ain't got no skills
Lookin like they full of shit niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you takin for
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 need to your mouth!

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