Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
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 been
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

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

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or 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, they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told 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 idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk sense 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 afraid do what 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 that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other month I get a new car!