Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac with a zany act,
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 bait or I say
The pawn shop but I smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and they I'm on crack
'Cause I all the shit and I never get it back

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

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

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

Coolio call me shady, janky, slick
You and your crew better duck 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 how to shoplift
My trench coat is and now I got some fresh shit
buddy, shit's lookin' good
Gets much props and respect the hood

Caps my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
to the crew and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
But I pimp no bitch for my dough
They got I want, I just rob the hoe

Early catch the worm, so I crow like a rooster
They me round the store because they know that I'm a booster
Tell me what you and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio or call me Sticky

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

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

You better hide your shit if you wanna it
I'm driving down the street in your 'llac you're sleepin'
I was born with a sickness they call brokeness
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 no dollars where he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act like I know him

I'm takin' that ain't bolted to the floor
And I go I steal the knocker of your front door
Let me be free for I'm a and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Fingers

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