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, hard and
But now I'm livin well George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT?) it (YO!)
Is it, I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu'n I'm doin what just had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear, callin me hon
Give me hugs, peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff respects to my bros that 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 makin buku,
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all that are, smuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I
as I in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no 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 vous 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 none son
I don't think so, so take a at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Cheerio Bee
ba schnicker bah
I ams what I ams that's all I ams
My lyrics are done
I'm the big Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al the Bud Light stud
Come like lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I instead
I'm the Ali Babi rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA
These ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap, but I really shop
and I stop drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a style and and fashion
and all MC's jaws down
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, clockin
Rippin MC's to to their
Long-STOCKINGS
So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La tip
You'll say "Drats I failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or
Rip it and be doin it terrific when 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 nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, the ill flow
Other MC's rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type ever lacked skills
I just stay to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
And year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE
But I to pursue, in a field called music
And with some hype and breaks you know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS
Just come inside jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Danza 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 no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my
Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in words top choice
Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly
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 One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don't mon frere
'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his
Back in the groove, no way you can handle this
so fly, that you can call it scandalous
Cause I in, words that 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 type of lyrical
Single, +The Alarm+, the cooties I will tingle
No date, so you know I won't EXPIRE
No skippin a check, so I don't have to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Chip Fu the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show
Ir-regular styles is too
Tripped, boo-boo, you made a mistake
Not but considered to be Great
Great, but, like the Ape
Fake, the moves, and your I will break
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
Movements on the slick, takin the train you a token
I not, cause you pause for the cause
You either your nails, or start pickin straws
Holy Mick I'm large just like trunk jewels
respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to