Luyện nghe bài hát La Schmoove

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
because my hair was peasy, and greasy
But now I'm well like George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT?) it (YO!)
Is it, I'm, rockin - beats, 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 respects to my bros live on five-six street RIGHT
I'm smashin monster boom bashin in a fashion
which is now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style
Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku,
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all that are, smuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen I talk
as I in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.
cause I got nuttin to prove

La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva,
to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick
Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck
the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch me nada none son
I think so, so take a look at
a big Jimmy 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 Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the
Moc and Poc is, my
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the that 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 said I couldn't rap, but I 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, you're
Rippin MC's to smithereens to
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi
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, shit G, or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, 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 never the that ever lacked skills
I just true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
And this year, was so-called, my year in COLLEGE
But I to pursue, in a field called music
And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't it
Get on the board lay down the track and do ten laps
Pass the pen, the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS
Just come your jam and witness who is boss
and it be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can jams
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I slam
Not tryin to say no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, my delivery
one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
My Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice
commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you want
(UHH!) I got more in store!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I have a at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, fear mon frere
'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G his hair
in the groove, it's no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, you can call 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 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 of lyrical lingo
Single, Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle
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.
Chip Fu the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show
styles is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a
Not Alexander but to be Great
Great, but, like the Ape
Fake, the moves, and ankles I will break
Break, or broken, the M.O., has
Movements on the slick, the train you need a token
I guess not, cause you for the cause
You either your nails, or start pickin straws
Holy Mick I'm large just like trunk jewels
Nuff to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

La Schmoove, yo we got nuttin to prove