Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliot]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

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

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the dubbin' the bootleg
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop 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 this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nigga do 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 that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!