Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
Love to the and the Clipse
To ya we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run away slave I,
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you them 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 don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record 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 friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear 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 I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I all of you, like I told all of them
say to me be, DICK 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 your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I sense condensed 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 nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when 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 man stop frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!