Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

Yo, Yvette, there's a lot of rumors around
They're so bad, baby, you have to skip 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 a man-eater during the full moon
of the senior boys' locker room
They Yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her got bigger and so did her gap
girl, your momma shoulda taught you better
I'ma sit down and write you a long

Dear,
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I'm glad you ain't my sister, then if you was
I'd have to treat you you was my distant 'cuz
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 alone, wasn't using the phone
The was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

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Dear,
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Dear,

I really know if the story is so
I can either ask Curly or or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

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

Dear,
Dear,
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Dear,

a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered body makes your grow
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 you'll see and agree me
you're 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 don't really wanna diss
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 desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz she'll say "Bet"

Dear,
Dear,
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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 famous whether you like it or not

So before you start walking and your beak squawking
Let me explain to you who is
I'm LL Cool J, around the way
You boogie 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 that day in the
The guy at the desk it was okay
For you to come inside 'cuz he knew you'd
Greg G and yelled 'Hooray'

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