Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliott]
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 I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
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 what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' 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!, 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 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 this the hot shit, out on the
So when you hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just 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, they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I sense condensed 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 get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record that you
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every month I get a brand new car!