Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, up the volume
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 ya know
Well my folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' 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 giving 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 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 into my as just chit-chatter
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 pretend to be me, then they
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I all of you, like I told all of them
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 concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest 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, being them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form 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 nucca do what 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 that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
other month I get a brand new car!