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 through the
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 crazy and think I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the shit and I never get it

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

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
Snake in the 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 like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
you doin' stickin' in that people's window?
Gimme that big fat dope sack, gimme Cadillac
Gimme that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I

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

I had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trench coat is long and now I got fresh shit
Yeah buddy, shit's good
Gets much props and from the hood

Caps from my and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
But I pimp no bitch for my dough
got somethin' I want, I just rob the hoe

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

Coolio, first they do' ring, now 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 'cause I like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the up
One plus three four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Tyson punch out

You hide your shit if you wanna keep it
I'm down 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 like a rocket
Some got shot, now I'm goin' through his pockets
He be needin' no dollars where he's goin'
And I get to hell, I'ma act like I don't know him

I'm takin' everything that ain't to the floor
And before I go I the knocker 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

Yeah, we everything, do you have any dreams?
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