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 shop but I smoke rocks
Some say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

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

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

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

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

from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew and bound 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 me round 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 Sticky

Coolio, first do' ring, now they mob ring, told you before
You shouldn'ta fell asleep, give it up, give it up, give it up

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

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

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

I'm takin' everything ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I the knocker of your front door
Let me be for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they me Sticky Fingers

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