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 like 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 swimwear, girls 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 mashin boom bashin in a fashion
which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's my style
me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks
I'm geared and prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and when I talk
as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth 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 to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to shop
With the (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada son
I don't think so, so a look at
a Superfly big Jimmy the 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 the Fudd
Al the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, 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
These lyrics out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don't stop drop, I get
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
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi
So don't to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
say "Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or
Rip it and be specific it terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, LePew
La Schmoove, yo I got NUTTIN to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill
MC's that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the that ever lacked skills
I just stay to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I see KNOWLEDGE
And this year, was so-called, my Senior in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a field called
And some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay the track and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and kick nuff RAPS
Just come your jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Danza nor Diana Ross
As as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I slam
Not to say that no one can get with me
Not is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery
Name one rapper you know who has this high-strung voice
My Malik and I'm unique, in other 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 Shining One, a.k.a. The Child
I have a grin at times, but then up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, 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 in, words that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now the sounds that I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then stop
The Chinese Son of Sam, the Peter Pan
The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the
Releasin, a new type of lingo
Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I 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 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, the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I break
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
Movements on the slick, the train you need a token
I guess not, you pause for the cause
You either bitin nails, or start pickin straws
Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels
Nuff respects to minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got to prove