Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm glad you ain't my sister, again if you was
I'd to treat you like you was my distant 'cuz
I'm not a reporter, I don't mean to assume
What I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the
The door was 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
Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered body makes your Levis
See the I've heard, they 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 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, leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with all your

I don't really wanna nobody
You might 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 girl all the homeboys met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the 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, from the way
You boogie to my records almost every day

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

Dear,
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