Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, then 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 shop but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on
'Cause I hock all the shit and I get it back

loco, you better call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and sold it to my
Took the from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the to sleep then 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 me a killer
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger

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

Coolio call me shady, janky, right
You and your crew better duck my gunshots
I no shit, carryin' no drama
If I can't get you, I bust a cap on your

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up, up and away like a
Some fool got shot, now I'm goin' his pockets
He won't be no dollars where he's 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 steal the knocker of your door
Let me be free for I'm a and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, called me Sticky Fingers

Yeah, we want everything, do you have any
We them too