Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac a zany 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 shop but I don't smoke rocks
Some say I'm crazy and they 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 and sold it to my uncle
Took the from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I through her purse

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
Snake in the grass fool, I'm taking
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 never
Got gaffled like that, 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
that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio call me shady, janky, slick
You and your better duck from my gunshots
I no shit, carryin' no drama
If I get you, I bust 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 much props and respect the hood

from my raps 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
They got somethin' I want, I rob the hoe

birds 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, 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 I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the up
One plus equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass a Mike Tyson punch out

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

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

I'm takin' that ain't bolted 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
Before I was a rap singer, called me Sticky Fingers

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