Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

1: Timbaland]
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know you heard, and I don't know what ya know
my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, straight 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 giving em
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes my head as just 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 tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
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 Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk 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 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 that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!