Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (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 don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the 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

[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 off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it matter
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 don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like 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, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not nucca do what 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 cash? man frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
CD we split 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every other I get a brand new car!