Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
Love to the and the Clipse
To ya we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

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 I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump you hear them speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know 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 HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the dubbin' the bootleg
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
dubbin' CD's from 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 me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, they know
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told all of them
say to me be, FIST 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 to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, 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 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 young, so my gun's my security
I'm not nigga do what 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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
Living off every record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every month I get a brand new car!