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 was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm livin well George and Wheezy
So (WHAT?) does 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 like swimwear, girls callin me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, of sex
Nuff respects to my bros that live on street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster boom bashin in a fashion
which is wild now I smile I whip-lash MC's with my style
me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks
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 soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth 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 it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU
adios muchachos vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck
With the (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me none son
I don't so, so take 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 Bundy the Bud Light
Come tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the that I brung instead
I'm the Ali cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di,
You I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don't drop, I get props
I pick up the mic a style and pattern and fashion
and all MC's drops down
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, clockin
Rippin MC's to smithereens to
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi
So don't to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say "Drats I really failed plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I got NUTTIN to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, again, with the ill flow
MC's that 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 years of age, but yet I still see
And this year, was so-called, my Senior in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a field music
And some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it
Get on the lay down the track and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff
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 slam
Not tryin to say no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, my delivery
Name one rapper that you who has this high-strung voice
My Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice
Nothin commercial this, it's mainly hardcore
Now you got what 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 Child
I have a at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere
'Cept I say, everybody rappin, G pull his hair
Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle
so fly, that you can call it scandalous
Cause I mani-fest in, that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the sounds I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't
The Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan
The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the
Releasin, a new type of lingo
Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will
No date, so you know I won't EXPIRE
No a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin on my show
Ir-regular is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a
Not Alexander but considered to be
Great, but, the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
on the slick, takin the train you need a token
I not, cause you pause for the cause
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