Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run slave I, Mistameanor
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without little 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
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers left 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 the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
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 the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
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
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
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 Rican but I do up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get when your 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 record that you
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!