Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump up the volume
when 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
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

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

[Verse 2: Elliott]
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
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 they
I hate when one, pretend to
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
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 you ugly!" yeah 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, being from them VA
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my my security
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 uppercut boy that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!