Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, climb through the window
And eye the VCR and it in the Pinto, huh

Yes, I'm on my way to the or should I say
The pawn shop but I don't rocks
people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
'Cause I all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you better Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and it to my uncle
the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to then I went through her purse

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
Snake in the grass fool, I'm chances
If the price is right, you can me a killer
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger

But he's you and takin' all of you money, I ain't never
Got like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
What you doin' stickin' in that window?
Gimme that big fat sack, gimme that Cadillac
Gimme big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin' no
If I get you, I bust a cap on your momma

I never had a grip, so I learn how to
My trench is long and now I got some fresh shit
buddy, shit's lookin' good
Gets props and respect from the hood

Caps from my raps and a trunk full of
Step to the crew and you're bound to catch a slap
But I don't pimp no bitch for my
They got I want, I just rob the hoe

Early birds catch the worm, so I like a rooster
They follow me round the store because they that I'm a booster
Tell me you want and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio or me Sticky Fingers

Coolio, first they do' ring, now mob ring, told you before
You shouldn'ta never fell asleep, give it up, give it up, it up

I don't wanna go to jail 'cause I like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the up
One plus three equals for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Mike punch out

You hide your shit if you wanna keep it
I'm down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin'
I was born with a sickness that they call
Never said I was the best but I'm damn sure the

Up, up and away like a
fool got shot, now I'm goin' through his pockets
He won't be needin' no dollars where he's
And I get to hell, I'ma act like I don't know him

I'm takin' everything that bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your door
Let me be for I'm a thief and a gangster
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers

Yeah, we want everything, do you any dreams?
We them too