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 Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in the place to be
And for the whole entire to see
Fuckin up whole 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 never ever stale
(You te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Foot shock to your ass just like the third
(You won't te-ll, I te-ll)
get stitches 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, jheri curl
Single, mingle, no main
On the low, Secret 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 on indo dreams
Uhh, I be fuckin with keys
Rock the shell-top, or Lee's
I could write a make a hundred G's
You went back to high school, nuthin but a
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please
Walkin the street wit yo'
box in hand... hot damn!
I never drove a Lex dog, drove a Land
or a Testarossa, rather L's
and I sip on mimosa, wall
have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way supposed to, makes ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, style
a roller coaster

Verse Two: Busta

Yo, the unsolved mystery
of how I your chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow here to Sicily
You need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The attraction, even freaks the close caption
Snap a piece off, a little small fraction
I still your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of completing a
Huh, Hall, like a opera singer nigga
doin the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the future we lasers
Out of range in case you tried to me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the flows will amaze ya
Hot to nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier
up the box and present the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the boombastic basket
Bend your ass back, you like elastic
More drastic when I be fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the large barbeque on the grill
Me and my grant 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 catch you for granted
When my lyrical cause leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner Elektra and
Niggaz thought they fly, but really 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 te-ll
If you won't (I said that I won't te-ll)
I say if you te-ll...