Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, then climb through the
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 smoke
Some people say I'm and they think I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you call Bronco
Stole a from my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, a nurse
Put the girl to sleep I went through her purse

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

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

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

I had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trench coat is long and now I got some fresh
Yeah buddy, lookin' good
Gets much props and respect the hood

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

birds catch the worm, so I crow like a rooster
They follow me the store because they know that I'm a booster
me what you want and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio or call me Fingers

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

I don't go to jail '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 ass like a Mike Tyson punch out

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

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

I'm takin' everything that ain't bolted to the
And before I go I 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 Sticky

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