Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump 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 know ya know
Well my folks 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 WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
burnin' 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: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
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 up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk sense condensed in the of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
off damn every 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 month I get a new car!