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, Rhymes in the place to be
And for the entire world to see
Fuckin up your entire par-ty

Chorus: Greg Nice, RHymes

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 your ass just 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: Nice

Sometimes I feel like Bobby's
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 bust on dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with
the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song a hundred G's
You went back to school, nuthin but a tease
I got stones, call me Mr. Please 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, wall
have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way supposed to, makes ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, elevates
like a roller

Verse Busta Rhymes

Yo, the unsolved mystery
of how I your chicken golden rotissiere
the cheesecake flow from here to Sicily
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The attraction, even freaks the close caption
Snap break a piece off, a small fraction
I still fulfill dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of completing a
Huh, Hall, like a opera singer nigga
doin the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the future we 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 death nigga, me Smokin Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the fruit basket
Bend your ass back, stretch you elastic
More drastic when I be fantastic, uhh!
Caught the stack the large bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz wills
Niggaz talkin shit but they ain't got no
like they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you for granted
When my lyrical will leave y'all niggaz stranded
by, Warner Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz thought could fly, but really crash 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 that I te-ll)
I say if you te-ll...