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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm you ain't my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to you like you was my distant 'cuz
I'm not a news reporter, I mean to assume
What should I think? I ya coming out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the
The was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I don't really if the story is so
I can either ask Curly or 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
you was eleven you been acting this way
You always got in bed you wanted to play
You're a freak, you think you're Lady
freaks are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

For you there's no fee, 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 butt with all might

I don't really wanna diss
You might think I had a too much Bacardi
But that's not the problem, the Yvette
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 said you was barred
Homeboys on the block you a lot
You're a famous freak whether you like it or not

So before you start walking and your starts squawking
Let me to you who is talking
I'm LL Cool J, from 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 it's going 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
Greg G and yelled 'Hooray'

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