Luyện nghe bài hát Cop That Sh**

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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'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 of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again,
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 goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even 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 you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every record that you
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!