Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

They say you're a man-eater during the full
Mascot of the boys' locker room
They said Yvette walked in, there too much rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your shoulda taught you better
I'ma sit down and you a long letter

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm glad you ain't my sister, 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 seen ya coming out the bathroom
You in there alone, wasn't using the phone
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 either ask or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

For you no fee, everything is free
is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt all your might

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

B-Boys are hard on the
The reverend at the said you was barred
Homeboys on the love you a lot
You're a real 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, around the way
You down to my records almost every day

Go a hundred an hour when you're standing still
You're than my Caddy when 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,
Dear,

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,