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 underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run away slave I,
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some little and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you hear speakers left 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 Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' 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 both of ya legs, COP 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 this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I told all of
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to 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, from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
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
off damn every record that 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!