Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away slave I,
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

1: Timbaland]
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I know what ya know
Well my folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may I'm egotistical or just very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
Living off damn every record you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!