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 was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm livin well like George and
So easy (WHAT?) it (YO!)
Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats,
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin just 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 monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion
which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's my style
Call me Cuckoo, I'm buku, bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's are, smuks
For bros who sleep and cavity 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 got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to shop
the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch me nada none son
I don't think so, so take a at
a big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams all what I ams
My are never done
I'm the big Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al the Bud Light stud
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 Wonder dread, BUM BA READ
lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap, but I wrecked shop
and I don't stop drop, I get
I pick up the mic a style and pattern and fashion
and all MC's jaws down
My accent, mockin, my clothes, you're clockin
Rippin to smithereens to their
Long-STOCKINGS
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, G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific it terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got 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 style is
Phife Dawg was never the type ever lacked skills
I stay true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I see KNOWLEDGE
And this year, was so-called, my year in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a called music
And with some hype beats and breaks you I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay the track and I'll do ten laps
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 Danza nor Diana
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 I write, it's my delivery
Name one rapper that you who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in words top choice
Nothin bout this, it's mainly hardcore
Now you got what you want, do you want more?
(UHH!) Because I got in store!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Care, don't fear mon frere
I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair
Back in the groove, it's no way you can this
Shit so fly, that you can it scandalous
Cause I mani-fest in, words I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the sounds I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to butts ROCK
I rides to the beginnin, then won't stop
The Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan
The rootinest cowboy in the East
Releasin, a new type of lingo
Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I tingle
No expiration date, so you know I EXPIRE
No a weekly 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 is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a
Not Alexander but considered to be
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 you need a token
I guess not, cause you pause for the
You bitin your nails, or start pickin straws
Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels
Nuff to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove