Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I don't really know if the 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 every disco, you say
Like you're a little angel but we all
you was eleven you been acting this way
You got in bed when you wanted to play
a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva
Some are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

You're a back-seat queen, a pro
A high-powered makes your Levis grow
See the stories I've heard, 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 see and agree with me
Unless you're gonna be a until you're 93

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

I don't really wanna nobody
You think I had a little too much Bacardi
But not the problem, the problem's Yvette
How bad can a girl's reputation
See, she's the kinda girl all the 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
Homeboys on the block 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 to you who is talking
I'm LL Cool J, from the way
You down to my records almost every day

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

Dear,
Dear,
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