Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I sense condensed 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 afraid nucca do 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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every month I get a brand new car!