Luyện nghe bài hát La Schmoove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
because my hair was peasy, and greasy
But now I'm livin well like George and
So easy (WHAT?) it (YO!)
Is it, I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what had to be done
Now we in there swimwear, girls callin me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, tongue, lots of sex
Nuff to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a
which is wild now I smile I whip-lash MC's with my style
Call me Cuckoo, I'm buku, bucks
I'm geared and prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks
For bros who and cavity creep and listen when I talk
as I soothe in the groove, I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no to be rude, but F.U.
cause I ain't got nuttin to

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva,
Heavens to mercy ba FU
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch me nada none son
I don't think so, so take a at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Cheerio Bee
ba bah snchnucker
I ams I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never
I'm the big John Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light
Come like tongues lashes, with the
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA
These lyrics out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I stop drop, I get props
I up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion
and all MC's jaws down
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, clockin
Rippin to smithereens to their
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi
So step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say "Drats I really again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, again, with the ill flow
MC's that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that ever skills
I stay true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
And this year, was so-called, my Senior in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a field music
And with some hype beats and breaks you I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick RAPS
come inside your jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana
As small as I am, I can pack jams
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I slam
Not tryin to say no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my
one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
My Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice
Nothin commercial this, it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you more?
(UHH!) I got more in store!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden
I have a grin at times, but then up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon
'Cept I say, that rappin, G pull his hair
Back in the groove, it's no way you can this
Shit so fly, that you can call it
Cause I mani-fest in, words I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the sounds I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, to makes butts ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't
The Chinese Son of Sam, the Peter Pan
The tootinest cowboy in the East
Releasin, a new of lyrical lingo
Single, Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date, so you know I won't
No skippin a weekly check, so I don't to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin on my show
styles is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be
Great, but, like the Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
Movements on the slick, the train you need a token
I not, cause you pause for the cause
You either bitin your nails, or start pickin
Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk
Nuff to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove