Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

Yo, Yvette, there's a lot of going 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 crew

say you're a man-eater during the full moon
Mascot of the boys' locker room
They said Yvette in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma shoulda you better
I'ma sit down and 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
What should I 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 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 you're a angel but we all know
you was eleven you been acting this way
You always got in bed when you to play
You're a freak, you think you're Lady
Some freaks are live but you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

For you there's no fee, everything is
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 your

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
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