Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little 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 Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya
Well my folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers em bootlegs
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
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 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 condensed in the form 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 nucca do what 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!