Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (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
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 like you red
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP 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 this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may I'm egotistical or just very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes 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 understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get paid when your 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 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!