Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

Yo, Yvette, there's a lot of going around
They're so bad, baby, you have to skip town
See something's smelling fishy and say it's you
All I know is you made it with the whole damn crew

They say you're a man-eater during the full
Mascot of the senior boys' room
They said Yvette in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your shoulda taught you better
I'ma sit down and write you a long

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm glad you ain't my sister, then if you was
I'd have to treat you you was my distant 'cuz
I'm not a reporter, I don't mean to assume
What should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't the phone
The was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I really know if the story is so
I can either ask Curly or or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Santa Claus said, a ho-ho-ho

In disco, you say hello
Like a little angel but we all know
Since you was eleven you been this way
You always got in bed when you to play
You're a freak, you think you're Lady
Some are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

You're a queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered makes your Levis grow
See the stories heard, they could amaze
I she did it on a motorcycle back in the days

So down freak, get a G.E.D.
a General Education on Decency
One day you'll see and agree me
Unless you're gonna be a freak you're 93

For you there's no fee, is free
This is me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt all your might

I really wanna diss nobody
You might think I had a little too Bacardi
But that's not the problem, the problem's
How bad can a girl's get?
See, the kinda girl all the homeboys met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette she'll say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

B-Boys are on the boulevard
The reverend at the church you was barred
on the block love you a lot
You're a famous freak whether you like it or not

So before you walking and your beak starts squawking
Let me explain to you who is
I'm LL Cool J, around the way
You boogie down to my records almost day

Go a hundred miles an hour when you're still
You're faster my Caddy when it's going downhill
Won't forget that day in the
The guy at the said it was okay
For you to come inside he knew you'd stay
Greg G and Garfield yelled

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

Dear,
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