Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Missy
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 slave I,
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy 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 know 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
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you 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 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 when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just 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 one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
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 out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, from them 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 my security
I'm not nucca do what 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 that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other I get a brand new car!