Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work, I 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 bait or 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 never get it

Coolio loco, you better Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and sold it to my
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
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
Before I was a rap singer, called me Sticky Finger

But stickin' you and takin' all of you money, I ain't never
Got gaffled like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob ass blind
What you doin' 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 me shady, janky, slick right
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 never had a grip, so I learn how to
My trench coat is long and now I got some shit
Yeah buddy, shit's lookin'
much props and respect from the hood

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

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

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

I don't wanna go to '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 ass like a Mike Tyson punch out

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

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

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

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