Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Shit

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

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you it, pump up the volume
when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know ya know
my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
in the mix shows 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)
burnin' 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 hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It into my head as just 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 thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, I told 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 pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
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 you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other I get a brand new car!