Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
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
when 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 record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
burnin' CD's for ya friend 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 me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head 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 know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get when your record 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
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
other month I get a brand new car!