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

[Greg Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey
What Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
[Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in the to be
And for the whole entire to see
Fuckin up your whole entire

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

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

One: Greg Nice

Sometimes I feel like Bobby's
the mic, before jheri curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Squirrel
Uhh! It's to Patti Duke
So shake mamma gave ya like Luke
Greg N-I always down to juice
Too much make ya puke
Now I bust on dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin keys
the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song make a 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 drove a Lex dog, never drove a Land
or a Testarossa, rather L's
and I sip on mimosa, bedroom
homegirl my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way it's supposed to, ya hot
Much than a toaster, style elevates
like a coaster

Verse Busta Rhymes

Yo, the greatest unsolved
of how I your chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the flow from here to Sicily
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, even freaks the close
Snap a piece off, a little small fraction
I still fulfill your
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 to blaze ya, with the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and present the casket
Busta got the boombastic fruit basket
your ass back, stretch you like elastic
More drastic I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the stack the large bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz wills
Niggaz talkin shit but ain't got no skills
Lookin like they full of shit your niggaz you no frills
Don't let me you takin for granted
When my lyrical cause will leave niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner and Atlantic
thought they 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 te-ll (I said that I won't te-ll)
I say if you te-ll...