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 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 but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm and they think I'm on crack
'Cause I all the shit and I never get it back

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

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

But stickin' you and takin' all of you money, I ain't never
Got gaffled 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, that Cadillac
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck my gunshots
I no shit, carryin' 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 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 of hubcaps
Step to the crew and you're bound to catch a slap
But I pimp no bitch for my dough
They got somethin' I want, I rob the hoe

Early birds catch the worm, so I like a rooster
They follow me round the store because know that I'm a booster
Tell me what you want and I'll be the
Call me or call me Sticky 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 wanna go to jail I don't like the lockup
out the lights and get ready for the sock up
One plus three equals four for the
Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson out

You better your shit if you wanna keep it
I'm driving the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin'
I was born with a sickness that they call
said I was the best but I'm damn sure the loc'est

Up, up and away a rocket
Some fool got shot, now I'm goin' through his
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 ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your front
Let me be for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, called me Sticky Fingers

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