Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

1: Timbaland]
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 them left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
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)
burnin' 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 when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just 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 don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, 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 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 Rican but I do up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get when 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 cash? man stop
Living off damn every record you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
other month I get a brand new car!