Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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

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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 out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in alone, wasn't using the phone
The door was for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

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

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

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

So down freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a General on Decency
One day see and agree with me
Unless you're be a freak until you're 93

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
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Dear,

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

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

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

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