Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm you ain't 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
What I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom
You in there alone, wasn't using the phone
The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I was "Moan"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I don't know if the story is so
I can ask Curly 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 always got in bed when you to play
You're a freak, you think you're Godiva
Some are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered makes your Levis 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 agree me
Unless you're gonna be a until you're 93

For you there's no fee, everything is
is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your pants are tight
You try to your butt with all your might

I really wanna diss nobody
You might think I had a 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 desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz she'll say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

B-Boys are on the boulevard
The at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the love you a lot
You're a real famous freak you like it or not

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

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