Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

They say you're a man-eater during the moon
Mascot of the senior boys' locker
They said Yvette walked in, there too much rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma taught you better
sit down and write you a long letter

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I really know if the story is so
I can either ask or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Santa Claus said, a ho-ho-ho

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

For you no fee, everything 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 your

I don't really diss nobody
You think I had a little too much Bacardi
But not the problem, the problem's Yvette
How bad can a reputation 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
on the block love you a lot
You're a famous freak whether you like it or not

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

Dear,
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