Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't 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 hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[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 both of ya legs, COP 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 you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
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
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I told all of
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 highest title, uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from 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 afraid nucca do 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 man stop frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!