Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

1: Timbaland]
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes 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, hands on the dial
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you hear them speakers 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 don' 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 THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
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 don't
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 Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not nucca 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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!