Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we 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
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
up, sorry 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 tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't what ya know
Well my folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
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 em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just 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 know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
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 Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I pay attention, I don't 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 Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk condensed 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 your 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 cash? man stop
Living off damn every record that you
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!