Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliot]
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 I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

1: Timbaland]
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump you hear them speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I know what 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 HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix shows you go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the dubbin' the bootleg
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from a friend and say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause it's the shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not nigga 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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!