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 underrated Maganoo, comin' with the
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (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 know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks 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
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the 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 friend and say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just very free
say I go tell 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
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I all of you, like I told all of them
say to me be, DICK 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 got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero 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 of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid your record 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 that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other month I get a new car!