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 hair was peasy, hard and
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 what had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear, callin me hon
me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff respects to my bros that live on street RIGHT
I'm smashin mashin boom bashin in a fashion
is wild now I smile when I whip-lash 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 bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen I talk
as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth 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
Heavens to mercy ba FU
adios muchachos dorme unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, to wreck shop
With the (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo 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 bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all I ams
My are never done
I'm the big John Elmer the Elmer the Fudd
Al the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
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. Chip Fu's gon di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap, but I wrecked shop
and I don't drop, I get props
I pick up the mic a style and pattern and fashion
and all jaws 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, or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, again, with the ill flow
Other MC's that rap, their style is
Phife Dawg was never the type that ever skills
I just 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 Senior year in
But I chose to pursue, in a called music
And with some hype beats and breaks you know I refuse it
Get on the lay down 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 as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I slam
Not tryin to say that no one can get me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my
Name one rapper that you know who has this voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in words top choice
Nothin commercial bout this, mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you more?
(UHH!) I got more in store!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon
'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G his hair
Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle
so fly, that you can call it scandalous
Cause I in, words that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the that 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 tootinest in the East
Releasin, a new type of lingo
Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will
No expiration date, so you know I won't
No skippin a check, so I don't have to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show
Ir-regular is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be
Great, but, like the Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
Movements on the slick, takin the train you 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 respects to minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to