Luyện nghe bài hát Stoplight

How could you capture the world?
If you don't from the back
To the march
Yo, Donna, what?

When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a right
If you come back right then we can it
When I up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come right then we can boog it

Boggy, boggy, boogy, I'm 65, 75, 80
down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fastlane, I've been shinin' tryna keep the timin' on the
With the diamond in the

Move roof wide open, scopin',
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep
They can get it, fit in, back seat, sit in
hoes on a black tryna put their bid in

Girl, put it to work, you gon do the thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat
I'm rollin' in the 'Mackmobile', I'm for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, the deal

Back wheel-spinnin', one, I'm winnin'
Hoes lookin' inside and they to grinnin'
Waitin' to choose, the rest wait to pay y'all dues
trip I keep my hoes in two

When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right
If you come back then we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right
If you come right then we can boog it

Yeah, this is station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up the four o'clok traffic jam
We gon be takin' right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station ya game
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight
Man that motherfuckin' baggin

You see them pretty on my stereo?
touch 'em, don't touch 'em hoe
You see Dogg on the floor mac
Pimpin' ain't, yeah, now sit the back

I'm the man in charge, Boss, my backhand is
slim, man I'm large, mashin' so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do' and if not hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my

My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm
some niggaz who love to talk shit
Reach for my thang and my compartment
Dipnap the use it, flashed in my

in the streets askin', Doggy how I dooze it?
First place in the race and don't wanna it
Niggas better out and bitches better move it

Yeah baby, you ta move your groove
To prove you supposed to groove in the moon
As I recite naughty nothings in yo'
If you up the boulevard in your car
Put it in and let the Dogg spark, yeah baby

When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper
If you come right then we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a right
If you come right then we can boog it

When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right
If you come back right we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta a paper right
If you come back right then we can it

Ooh, no, tot that track you
I am Sam Dussel, DPG and I hate Stoplight
I always make to the McMany
I told you right I C-Walk, light me out

Half late and I'm still rollin'
Real hoein', a nigga pocket still swollin'
Still goin', and white tip-toein'
Flash in my playa's car, why you play so 'Cuz I'ma Don

Sippin' Moet, smokin'
Doggy wanna see that dress my are on
black-red, who let bag to blunt
Can't tell the sunset from the of dawn

Half of gas
Rollin' down the window, out to extinct that ass
Get hot, turn the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to my keep

It's five miles left so I whipped it
it, lifted it and overdrive
Straight onto five, pimp on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good and fuck that stoplight