Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my done told 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!, straight out of Virginia

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

2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It into my head 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 pretend to be me, they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, 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 Fat Joe
And understand I got the of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my 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
Living off damn record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!