Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliot]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run slave I, Mistameanor
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating 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
my folks done told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight 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 the bootleg
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from a friend and say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hottest shit, out on the streets
So you hear 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 head as just
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 they
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Fat Joe
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the of a poem
If I wasn't writing I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not nigga 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 that'll get ya
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!