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

[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 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: Greg Nice, Busta

Busta and Greg Nice we never fa-il
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
My shit stay fresh never ever stale
(You won't te-ll, I 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 jheri
Single, mingle, no main
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 Hennesey make 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 a hundred G's
You went to high school, nuthin but a tease
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please
Walkin the street 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, style
like a roller

Verse Busta Rhymes

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

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