Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you it, pump 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 don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' 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 giving em
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you 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 head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
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, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid nucca do 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 that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every record that you
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!