Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliot]
We are the VA
Love to the and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
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 nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump you hear them speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks done 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 WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers dubbin' the
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from a friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
it's the hottest shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

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

3: Magoo]
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Fat Joe
And I got the gift of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nigga do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
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 every record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!