Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

They say you're a man-eater during the moon
Mascot of the senior boys' room
said Yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her got bigger and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma shoulda you better
sit down 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 news reporter, I don't to assume
should I think? I seen ya coming 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"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I don't know if the story is so
I can either ask or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Santa 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 been this way
You got in bed when you wanted to play
You're a freak, you think Lady Godiva
Some freaks are live but Yvette you're

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

For you no fee, everything is free
This is me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your leather pants are
You try to shake your with all your might

I don't really wanna diss
You might think I had a too much Bacardi
But that's not the problem, the problem's
How bad can a girl's get?
See, she's the kinda girl all the met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz 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 real freak whether you like it or not

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

Go a hundred miles an hour when standing still
You're faster than my Caddy when it's going
Won't forget day in the YMCA
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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