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, hard and
But now I'm livin well like and Wheezy
So (WHAT?) does it (YO!)
Is it, because I'm, - beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm 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 to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster mashin bashin in a fashion
which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash with my style
Call me Cuckoo, I'm buku, bucks
I'm geared and fully to tear all MC's that are, smuks
For who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no to be rude, but F.U.
cause I ain't got to prove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me none son
I think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big the Honeynut Cheerio 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 like lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my and the styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder dread, BUM BA READ
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 stop drop, I get
I pick up the mic drop a style and and fashion
and all MC's drops down
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 again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific I kicks it
Bang-Bang, Pepe 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, once again, with the ill
Other MC's rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that ever skills
I just stay true to my roots and I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I still see
And this year, was so-called, my year in COLLEGE
But I to pursue, in a field called music
And with hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the 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 Danza nor Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still
Not tryin to say that no one can get me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my
Name one rapper you know who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top
Nothin bout this, it's 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 Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden
I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake
Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere
'Cept I say, that rappin, G pull his hair
in the groove, it's no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, you can call it scandalous
Cause I mani-fest in, that I'm preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the that I'm teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts
I rides to the beginnin, then won't stop
The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's 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 skippin a weekly check, so I don't to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my
Ir-regular is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you made a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be
Great, but, like the Ape
Fake, the moves, and your I will break
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 either bitin your nails, or start pickin
Holy Mick I'm large just like trunk jewels
Nuff to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove