Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have 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 repeating hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, 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 know 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
THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We breaking off 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 this the hot shit, out on the
So you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may I'm egotistical or just 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 know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
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 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 I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I writing 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 record is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
other month I get a brand new car!