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

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

Chorus: Greg Nice, RHymes

Busta Rhymes and Greg Nice we fa-il
(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 ass just 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)

One: Greg Nice

Sometimes I feel like World
Rocked the mic, before curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Squirrel
Uhh! time to Patti Duke
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya Luke
It's Greg N-I down to juice
Too Hennesey make ya puke
Now I bust on dreams
Uhh, I be fuckin with keys
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 down the wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never drove a Lex dog, never a Land
or a Testarossa, puff L's
and I sip on mimosa, wall
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 roller

Verse Two: Rhymes

Yo, the unsolved mystery
of how I rotate chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The attraction, even 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, a opera singer nigga
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
we bust guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you tried to me through my pager
I'm to blaze ya, with the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe
up the box and present the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the boombastic basket
Bend your ass back, you like elastic
drastic when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the stack the large bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz grant
Niggaz talkin shit but ain't got no skills
Lookin they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you for granted
my lyrical cause will leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner and Atlantic
Niggaz thought they could fly, but crash landed
Hah, when I'm in the place I'm up in house
All corny motherfuckers need to shut your mouth!

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