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 like George and Wheezy
So (WHAT?) does it (YO!)
Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats,
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be
Now we in there like swimwear, callin me hon
me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin mashin 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 prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks
For bros who sleep and cavity and listen when I talk
as I soothe in the groove, I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no to be rude, but F.U.
cause I ain't got nuttin to

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick
Mr., Fu, about to wreck shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada son
I think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Bee
ba schnicker bah
I ams I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never
I'm the big John Elmer Glue the the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light
like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung
I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA
Mr. Chip Fu's gon 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 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 doin it terrific when I it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe
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
MC's that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that lacked skills
I just stay to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
And this year, was so-called, my Senior in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a field called
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
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff
Just inside your jam and witness who is boss
and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana
As small as I am, I still can pack
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I slam
Not tryin to say no one can get with me
Not only is it the I write, it's my delivery
Name one rapper that you who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top
Nothin commercial bout this, it's 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 have a grin at times, but then up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon
'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his
in the groove, it's no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, that you can it scandalous
Cause I mani-fest in, that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now the sounds that I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, to makes butts 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, Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date, so you I won't EXPIRE
No skippin a weekly check, so I don't to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu shouts on my show
styles 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 your ankles I will
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
on the slick, takin the train you need a token
I guess not, cause you pause for the
You either bitin your nails, or start straws
Holy I'm livin large just like trunk jewels
Nuff to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove