Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers

Brainiac with a zany act,
Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat
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 shop but I don't rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and they I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you better call
Stole a from my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
Put the girl to 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
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 that, don't 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
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up, up and away a rocket
fool got shot, now I'm goin' through his pockets
He be needin' no dollars where he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act like I know him

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

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