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

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

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

Verse One: Greg

Sometimes I feel Bobby's World
the mic, before jheri curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, Secret Squirrel
Uhh! It's to Patti Duke
So shake whatcha mamma ya like Luke
It's Greg N-I always down to
Too much Hennesey ya puke
Now I bust on dreams
Uhh, I don't be with keys
the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song a hundred G's
You went back to high school, nuthin but a
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please
Walkin the street wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never a Lex dog, never drove a Land
or a Testarossa, puff L's
and I sip on mimosa, wall
have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way it's supposed to, ya hot
Much hotter a toaster, style elevates
like a roller

Verse Busta Rhymes

Yo, the greatest unsolved
of how I your chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from to Sicily
You really need to get offa my,
The attraction, even freaks the close caption
Snap a piece off, a little small fraction
I fulfill your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Hall, like a opera singer nigga
doin the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you to reach me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the flows will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe
Seal up the box and present the closed
Busta Rhymes got the fruit basket
Bend your ass back, stretch you like
More drastic I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz grant
Niggaz talkin but they ain't got no skills
Lookin like they full of shit your niggaz you no frills
let me catch you takin for granted
When my lyrical cause will leave y'all stranded
Distributed by, Warner and Atlantic
Niggaz thought could fly, but really crash landed
Hah, when I'm in the place I'm up in your
All y'all motherfuckers need to shut 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...