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 of ya legs
The Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya
my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
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' 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 hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who 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 Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
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 Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being 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 gun's my
I'm not nucca 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every month I get a brand new car!