Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat
Of indo, then climb 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 don't smoke
Some people say I'm crazy and think I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you better Bronco
Stole a from my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
Put the girl to sleep then I went 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
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger

But he's stickin' you and takin' all of you money, I ain't
Got gaffled like that, you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
What you stickin' in that people's window?
Gimme that big fat dope sack, that Cadillac
that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio call me shady, janky, slick
You and your crew duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin' no
If I can't get you, I a cap on your momma

I never had a grip, so I how to shoplift
My coat is long and now I got some fresh shit
buddy, shit's lookin' good
Gets props and respect from the hood

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

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

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

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

You better hide your shit if you keep 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 but I'm damn sure the loc'est

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

I'm takin' everything that ain't to the floor
And before I go I steal the of your front door
Let me be free for I'm a thief and a
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers

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