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 slave I,
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear them 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 done me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (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 shows you go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the dubbin' the bootleg
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP 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 this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliot]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as just
You may I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
Whatcha say to me be, 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 got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the 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 condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
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 is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other I get a brand new car!