Luyện nghe bài hát La Schmoove

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

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva,
Heavens to ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, to wreck shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada son
I think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba schnicker bah
I ams I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are done
I'm the big John Elmer Glue the the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light
Come like tongues lashes, the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I instead
I'm the Ali cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA
These lyrics out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip Fu's gon di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don't drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a and pattern and fashion
and all jaws drops down
My accent, mockin, my clothes, you're clockin
Rippin to smithereens to their
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi
So don't to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say "Drats I failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe
La Schmoove, yo I got NUTTIN to prove!

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

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I have a at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, fear mon frere
'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G 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 that I'm
Unleashin, you now the sounds that I'm teachin
I NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, won't stop
The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Pan
The rootinest tootinest in the East
Releasin, a new type of lyrical
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 have to
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show
Ir-regular is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be
Great, but, the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I break
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
on the slick, takin the train you need a token
I guess not, cause you for the cause
You either bitin your nails, or start straws
Holy Mick I'm large just like trunk jewels
Nuff respects to minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got to prove