Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I 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
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't what ya know
Well my folks don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix 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 CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
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]
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just very free
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, pretend to
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, sinking
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 pay attention, I don't concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the 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 frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other I get a brand new car!