Luyện nghe bài hát La Schmoove

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

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva,
to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous 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 a look at
a Superfly big the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba schnicker bah
I ams I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never
I'm the big John Elmer 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 I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA
These lyrics out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don't drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a and pattern and fashion
and all MC's jaws drops
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're
Rippin to smithereens to their
Long-STOCKINGS
So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La tip
You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he my Babble-ship"
So oooh, G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it 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
Other that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was the type that ever lacked skills
I just stay true to my and then I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I still see
And year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a field called
And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't it
Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and kick nuff RAPS
Just come your jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Tony Danza nor 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 only is it the I write, it's my delivery
Name one rapper you know who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top
commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got you want, do you want more?
(UHH!) Because I got 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 throw up a smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon
'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G his hair
in the groove, it's no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, that you can it scandalous
I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the that I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to butts ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, 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 weekly check, so I don't 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 a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be
Great, but, the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and ankles I will break
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 either bitin your nails, or start straws
Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk
Nuff respects to minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove