Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Missy
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 I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
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 repeating them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump you hear them speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my done told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (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 shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers dubbin' the
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from a friend and say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
it's the hottest 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 head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate when one, to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
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 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
Living off damn every that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!