Luyện nghe bài hát Stoplight

How else could you the world?
If you attack from the back
To the march
Yo, Donna, what?

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

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

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

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

Back wheel-spinnin', one, I'm winnin'
lookin' inside and they just to grinnin'
Waitin' to choose, the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I my hoes in two

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

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

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

I'm the man in charge, Boss, my backhand is
Simple slim, man I'm large, so big like a fo' by fo'
my do' and if not it's 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

Kids in the streets askin', how I dooze it?
First place in the race and wanna lose it
better watch out and bitches better move it

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

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

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

Ooh, no, tot track you phone
I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck and I hate
I always make to the next
I you right I wouldn't C-Walk, light me out

Half past and I'm still rollin'
hoein', make a nigga pocket still swollin'
Still goin', black and tip-toein'
in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'Cuz I'ma Don

Sippin' Moet, Chron'
Doggy wanna see dress my locks are on
Pimpin' black-red, who let bag to
Can't the sunset from the crack of dawn

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

It's only five miles left so I it
Skipped it, it and overdrive
Straight five, pimp nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and night and fuck that stoplight