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 both of ya
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I 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 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 what you heard, and I don't what ya know
Well my done told 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 THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers the bootleg
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop 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 you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
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 know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, career
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 concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook 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 understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be 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 record 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 damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!