Luyện nghe bài hát Stoplight

How else could you capture the
If you attack from the back
To the million
Yo, Snoopa Donna,

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

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

Move wide open, scopin', lockin'
The bitches relieve, the keep hopin'
They can get it, fit in, back seat, sit in
Four 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 in the 'Mackmobile', I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, the deal

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

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

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

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

I'm the man in charge, Boss, my backhand is
Simple slim, man I'm large, mashin' so big 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
Seen some who love to talk shit
Reach for my thang and my compartment
the use it, flashed in my music

Kids in the streets askin', Doggy how I it?
First place in the race and don't wanna it
Niggas 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 nothings in yo' eardrums
If you cruisin' up the boulevard in car
Put it in park and let the Dogg spark, baby

When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper
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 then we can 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 gotta have a paper
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 McMany
I told you I wouldn't C-Walk, light me out

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

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

tank of gas
Rollin' down the window, reach out to extinct ass
Get hot, down the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to earn my

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