Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Missy
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
from 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 some little and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, I left you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you them speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the 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)
'Cause it's the hottest shit, out on the
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliot]
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 free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like 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, that it takes to 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 I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I sense condensed in the form 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 nigga do you gon do to me
I get paid when your 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 every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!