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 whole entire par-ty

Greg Nice, Busta RHymes

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

Verse Greg Nice

I feel like Bobby's World
Rocked the mic, before curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, Secret Squirrel
Uhh! It's to Patti Duke
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya Luke
It's Greg N-I always down to
Too much make ya puke
Now I on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be with keys
Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped
I could write a song make a G's
You went back to 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 a Lex dog, never drove a Land
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 supposed to, ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, style
like a roller

Verse Two: Busta

Yo, the greatest mystery
of how I rotate chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake from here to Sicily
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, freaks the close caption
Snap break a piece off, a little fraction
I fulfill your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera singer
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 will ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe
Seal up the box and present the casket
Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basket
Bend your ass back, stretch you elastic
More when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the large bills on the grill
Me and my niggaz wills
Niggaz talkin but they ain't got no skills
like they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you takin for
When my lyrical cause leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz thought they could fly, but really crash
Hah, when I'm in the place I'm up in your
All corny motherfuckers need to shut your mouth!

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