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 entire world to see
Fuckin up whole entire par-ty

Chorus: Greg Nice, RHymes

Rhymes and Greg Nice we never 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 to your ass just like the third ra-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
get stitches when they go to ja-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)

One: Greg Nice

Sometimes I feel Bobby's World
the mic, before jheri curl
Single, mingle, no girl
On the low, like Secret
Uhh! It's to Patti Duke
So shake mamma gave ya like Luke
It's N-I always 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 make a hundred G's
You went to high school, nuthin but a tease
I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the 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, wall
homegirl my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way it's to, makes ya hot
hotter than a toaster, style elevates
like a roller

Verse Two: Rhymes

Yo, the greatest mystery
of how I rotate your chicken rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from to Sicily
You really to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, freaks the close caption
Snap break a off, a little small fraction
I still fulfill dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of completing a
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera singer
doin the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you to reach me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the flows that will ya
Hot to nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and present the casket
Busta Rhymes got the boombastic fruit
Bend your ass back, stretch you elastic
More drastic when I be fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills the large bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my grant wills
Niggaz talkin but they ain't got no skills
Lookin like they of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me you takin for granted
When my lyrical cause will y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner and Atlantic
Niggaz they could fly, but really crash landed
Hah, I'm in the place I'm up in your house
All y'all corny motherfuckers need to shut mouth!

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