Luyện nghe bài hát La Schmoove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to me
because my was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm well like George and Wheezy
So (WHAT?) does 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 like swimwear, callin me hon
me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster boom bashin in a fashion
which is wild now I smile when I MC's with my style
Call me Cuckoo, I'm buku, bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are,
For who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
as I soothe in the groove, I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.
cause I ain't got to prove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva,
to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck
With the Judo (CHOP!) a (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada son
I think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all I ams
My lyrics are never
I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the
Al Bundy the Bud Light
like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung
I'm the Ali Babi rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA
Mr. Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap, but I really shop
and I don't drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and
and all MC's jaws drops
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, clockin
Rippin MC's to to their
Long-STOCKINGS
So step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, or biscuit?
Rip it and be doin it terrific when I kicks it
Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I got NUTTIN to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now I go, once again, with the ill flow
MC's that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that lacked skills
I stay true 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 chose to pursue, in a called music
And with some hype beats and you know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff
Just inside your jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I slam
Not to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, my delivery
one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top
Nothin commercial this, it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got you want, do you want 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 Care, don't fear mon frere
I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair
Back in the groove, no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, that you can call it
Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm
Unleashin, you now seek the sounds I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes ROCK
I rides to the beginnin, then won't stop
The Chinese Son of Sam, the Peter Pan
The rootinest cowboy in the East
Releasin, a new of lyrical lingo
Single, Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date, so you I won't EXPIRE
No skippin a check, so I don't have 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 made a mistake
Not but considered to be Great
Great, but, like the Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I break
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
Movements on the slick, takin the you need a token
I guess not, cause you for the cause
You bitin your nails, or start pickin straws
Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk
respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got to prove