Luyện nghe bài hát Stoplight

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

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

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

Move wide 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 of y'all, eat dirt
I'm in the 'Mackmobile', I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, the deal

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

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 right
If you come back right then we can it

Yeah, is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the four traffic jam
We gon be takin' request right now at
station namin' ya game
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfuckin' church

You see them pretty buttons on my
Don't touch 'em, don't 'em hoe
You see Snoop on the floor mac
ain't, yeah, now sit the fuck 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 I can slow my flow

My wheels a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin'
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', how I dooze it?
First place in the race and don't wanna it
Niggas better out and bitches better move it

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

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

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

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

Moet, smokin' Chron'
Doggy see that dress my locks are on
Pimpin' black-red, who let bag to
tell the sunset from the crack of dawn

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

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