Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Yvette

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

I'm you ain't 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 think? I seen ya coming out the men's
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the
The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I 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 every disco, you say
Like you're a little angel but we all
you was eleven you been acting this way
You always got in bed when you wanted to
You're a freak, you you're Lady Godiva
Some are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

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

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

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

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

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the church said you was
on the block love you a lot
You're a real freak whether you like it or not

So before you walking and your beak starts squawking
Let me to you who is talking
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 than my Caddy when 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 stay
G and Garfield yelled 'Hooray'

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,

Dear,
Dear,
Dear,
Dear,