Luyện nghe bài hát La Schmoove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, I was small they used to tease me
because my hair was peasy, hard and
But now I'm livin well like and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT?) it (YO!)
Is it, because I'm, - beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin just had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear, girls me hon
Give me hugs, peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff respects to my that live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a
which is wild now I smile I whip-lash MC's with my style
Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku,
I'm geared and prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks
For bros who sleep and creep and listen when I talk
as I in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no to be rude, but F.U.
I ain't got nuttin to prove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU
adios muchachos vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada son
I don't think so, so take a at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Bee
ba schnicker bah
I ams what I ams that's all I ams
My lyrics are never
I'm the big John Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light
Come tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin
Jaw Boy Wonder dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I 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 jaws drops
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, clockin
MC's to smithereens to their
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi
So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La tip
You'll say "Drats I really failed again he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be doin it terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got to prove!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow
MC's that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that lacked skills
I stay true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I see KNOWLEDGE
And year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a called music
And with 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 nuff RAPS
come inside your jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Tony nor Diana Ross
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, 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 bout this, mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you want
(UHH!) Because I got in store!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I have a grin at times, but then throw up a smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don't mon frere
'Cept I say, that rappin, G pull his hair
Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle
Shit so fly, that you can it scandalous
Cause I mani-fest in, that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the sounds I'm teachin
I NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't
The Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan
The rootinest tootinest in the East
Releasin, a new type of lyrical
Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I tingle
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 givin shouts on my show
styles is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you made a mistake
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
Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a
I guess not, you pause for the cause
You either your nails, or start pickin straws
Holy I'm livin large just like trunk jewels
respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to