Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya we breaking off both of ya legs
The Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I,
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have you
some little nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers left 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 the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' 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 em bootlegs
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)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
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 they tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the of a poem
If I wasn't writing 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 when your record is
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!