Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

They say you're a man-eater during the full
Mascot of the senior boys' room
They said Yvette in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma taught you better
I'ma sit and write you a long letter

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm glad you my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to treat you like you was my distant
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 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 ask Curly or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, or Joe
Like Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

In every disco, you say
you're a little angel but we all know
Since you was eleven you been acting way
You always got in bed when you wanted to
You're a freak, you think you're Lady
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 I've heard, they amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the

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

For you there's no fee, everything is
is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with all your

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the said you was barred
on the block love you a lot
You're a famous freak 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, from the way
You boogie down to my records every day

Go a hundred miles an hour when standing still
You're faster than my when it's going downhill
Won't forget day in the YMCA
The guy at the desk it was okay
For you to come inside 'cuz he you'd stay
Greg G and Garfield 'Hooray'

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,