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,
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you 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 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 it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We off both 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 hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you me, it doesn't 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 hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I told all of
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
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 I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid do what 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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!