Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have you
Without some nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
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 don't know 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
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' 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 hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you me, it doesn't 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!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate when one, pretend to
Fact I despise, who even try
between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, 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, that it takes to 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 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 kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nucca do what 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 that'll get ya
You got man stop frontin
Living off every record that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!