Luyện nghe bài hát Stoplight

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

When I pull up to the stoplight, I have 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 back right then we can boog it

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

Move roof wide open, scopin',
The bitches relieve, the keep hopin'
They can get it, fit in, back seat, sit in
Four hoes on a black tryna put 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 back for
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, the deal

Back wheel-spinnin', number one, I'm
Hoes inside and they just to grinnin'
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all
Don't I keep my hoes in two

When I pull up to the stoplight, I have a paper right
If you back 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

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

You see them buttons 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 is horse
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 I can slow my flow

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

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

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

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

When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper
If you come back 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

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

Half late and I'm still rollin'
Real hoein', make a nigga pocket swollin'
Still goin', black and white
Flash in my playa's car, why you so hard? 'Cuz I'ma Don

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

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

only five miles left so I whipped it
Skipped it, lifted it and
Straight onto five, nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that