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 and they say it's you
All I know is that you made it with the whole crew

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

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

I don't wanna diss nobody
You might think I had a little too Bacardi
But not the problem, the problem's Yvette
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 hard on the
The at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the block you a lot
You're a famous freak whether you like it or not

So you start 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 an hour when you're standing still
You're faster than my Caddy it's going downhill
Won't forget day in the YMCA
The guy at the desk said it was
For you to come inside 'cuz he knew stay
Greg G and yelled 'Hooray'

Dear,
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