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

Chorus: Nice, Busta RHymes

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

One: Greg Nice

Sometimes I feel like Bobby's
Rocked the mic, before jheri
Single, mingle, no main
On the low, like Secret
Uhh! It's time to Duke
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya like
It's Greg N-I always to juice
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 make a G's
You went back to school, nuthin but a tease
Know I got stones, me Mr. Please Please
down the street 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, 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 chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow here to Sicily
You really need to get offa my,
The main attraction, even freaks the caption
break a piece off, a little small fraction
I still fulfill dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera singer
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the we bustin lasers
Out of range in you tried to reach me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the flows will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and present the closed
Busta Rhymes got the fruit basket
Bend your ass back, stretch you elastic
drastic when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the large bills barbeque on the
Me and my niggaz wills
Niggaz talkin shit but they got no skills
Lookin 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, Warner and Atlantic
Niggaz 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 te-ll, I won't te-ll
If you te-ll (I said that I won't te-ll)
I say if you te-ll...