Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

They say you're a man-eater the full moon
Mascot of the senior boys' room
They said Yvette walked in, there wasn't too rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma shoulda taught you
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 have to treat you like you was my distant
I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to
should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the
The door was locked for 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, you're a

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

You're a back-seat queen, a pro
A high-powered body makes Levis grow
See the stories I've heard, could 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
Unless gonna 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, your leather pants are
You try to shake butt with all your might

I don't really diss nobody
You might think I had a little too much
But not the problem, the problem's Yvette
How bad can a girl's get?
See, she's the kinda all the homeboys met
If desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz she'll say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

So you start walking and your 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 than my Caddy when it's going downhill
Won't that day in the YMCA
The guy at the desk it was okay
For you to come inside he knew you'd stay
G and Garfield yelled 'Hooray'

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