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

Chorus: Greg Nice, RHymes

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

One: Greg Nice

Sometimes I feel Bobby's World
Rocked the mic, before jheri
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Secret
Uhh! time to Patti Duke
So whatcha mamma gave ya like Luke
It's Greg N-I always to juice
Too much make ya puke
Now I bust on indo
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with
Rock the shell-top, or Lee's
I write a song make 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 drove a Lex dog, never drove a Land
or a Testarossa, rather L's
and I sip on mimosa, bedroom
have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way supposed to, makes ya hot
Much than a toaster, style elevates
like a roller

Verse Two: Rhymes

Yo, the greatest unsolved
of how I rotate your golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to
You really need to get my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, freaks the close caption
Snap break a off, a little small fraction
I fulfill your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of completing a
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera nigga
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you tried to reach me my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the that will amaze ya
Hot to nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier
up the box and present the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the boombastic fruit
Bend your ass back, stretch you elastic
More drastic I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills 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 y'all niggaz
by, Warner Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz thought they could fly, but crash landed
Hah, I'm in the place I'm up in your house
All y'all corny 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...