Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run slave I, Mistameanor
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, I left you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you it, pump 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 don't what ya know
Well my folks don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause 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 giving em bootlegs
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs 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 out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not nucca 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!