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 Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I,
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
when you hear them speakers 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 told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' 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 breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' 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)

[Verse 2: Elliot]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm or just very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I told all of
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 got the bait, that it takes 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 of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form 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 afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
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
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other month I get a new car!