Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the
The run slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

1: Timbaland]
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you hear them speakers it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know 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
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

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

2: Missy 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
say I go tell 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, pretend to
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, 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 you ugly!" yeah 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 title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not nucca 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record that you
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!