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
Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in the place to be
And for the entire world to see
Fuckin up your whole entire

Greg Nice, Busta RHymes

Busta Rhymes and Greg we never fa-il
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
My shit stay fresh never ever stale
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Foot to your 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 World
the mic, before jheri curl
Single, mingle, no main
On the low, like Squirrel
Uhh! It's to Patti Duke
So shake whatcha gave ya like Luke
It's N-I always down to juice
Too much Hennesey make ya
Now I bust on dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with
Rock the shell-top, or Lee's
I could write a make a hundred G's
You went back to 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 to, makes ya hot
Much than a toaster, style elevates
like a coaster

Verse Two: Busta

Yo, the unsolved mystery
of how I rotate your chicken golden
Freak the cheesecake flow here to Sicily
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, even freaks the close
Snap break a off, a little small fraction
I still your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera nigga
Still the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you tried to me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, the flows that 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, you like elastic
More when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the stack the large bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my grant wills
talkin shit but they ain't got no skills
Lookin like they full of shit your named you no frills
let me catch you takin for granted
When my lyrical will leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz thought they could fly, but really landed
Hah, when I'm in the I'm up in your house
All y'all motherfuckers need to shut your mouth!

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