Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I don't really if the story is so
I can either ask or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

So down freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a General Education on
One day see and agree with 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 is your night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with all might

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the said you was barred
Homeboys on the love you a lot
You're a real famous freak whether you it or not

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

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

Dear,
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