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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm glad you ain't my sister, 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
What should I think? I seen ya coming out the bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the
The door was locked for minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

So calm freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a General on Decency
One day you'll see and agree me
Unless 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 night is night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt all your might

I don't wanna diss nobody
You might think I had a little too much
But that's not the problem, the 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 hard on the
The at the church said you was barred
on the block love you a lot
You're a real famous freak 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 you're still
You're faster than my Caddy when going downhill
forget that day in the YMCA
The guy at the desk it was okay
For you to come 'cuz he knew you'd stay
Greg G and yelled 'Hooray'

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
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