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 away slave I,
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy 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
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks done 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

Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers the bootleg
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's a friend and I'ma say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hottest shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm 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, they know
I hate when one, pretend to
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} 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 right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
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 Rican but I do up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's 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 that'll get ya
You got man stop frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
other month I get a brand new car!