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 Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya
my folks done told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (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]
in the mix shows you better go to the record 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 and I'ma say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause it's the hottest shit, out on the
So when you hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliot]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, FIST 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 your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid nigga do you gon do to me
I get paid your record 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
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!