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

They say you're a during the full moon
Mascot of the senior locker room
said Yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your shoulda taught 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 you was my distant 'cuz
I'm not a reporter, I don't mean to assume
What should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's
You wasn't in alone, wasn't using the phone
The door was for twenty minutes, all I heard 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 Claus said, you're a

In every disco, you say
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 you're Lady Godiva
freaks are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

You're a back-seat queen, a pro
A high-powered body makes 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 see and agree with me
Unless gonna be a freak until you're 93

For you there's no fee, everything is
is from me to you, not you to me
Every is your night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt 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 reputation get?
See, the kinda girl all the homeboys met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette she'll say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

Go a miles an hour when you're standing still
faster than my Caddy when it's going downhill
Won't forget day in the YMCA
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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Dear,
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