Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat
Of indo, then through 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 don't rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and think I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the shit and I get it back

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

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
in the grass fool, I'm taking chances
If the price is right, you can me a killer
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, you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
What you doin' stickin' in that window?
Gimme that big fat dope sack, that Cadillac
Gimme that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I

call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin' no
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 some fresh
Yeah buddy, shit's good
Gets much and respect from 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 for my dough
They got I want, I just rob the hoe

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

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

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

You hide your shit if you wanna keep it
I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're
I was with a sickness that they call brokeness
Never said I was the best but I'm damn sure the

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

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

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