Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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 reputation got 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 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 don't to assume
should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, 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 ask Curly or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered body makes your Levis
See the stories heard, they could amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the

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

For you there's no fee, everything is
This is me to you, not you to me
night is your night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your with all your might

I really wanna diss nobody
You think I had a little too much Bacardi
But that's not the problem, the problem's
How bad can a girl's reputation
See, she's the kinda all the homeboys met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
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