Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac a zany 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 bait or I say
The shop but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and think I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

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

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
Snake in the grass fool, I'm chances
If the is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Finger

But he's stickin' you and takin' all of you money, I never
Got like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
What you stickin' in that people's window?
Gimme that big fat sack, gimme that Cadillac
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

call me shady, janky, slick right
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 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 the hood

Caps my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew and you're bound to catch a pimp
But I don't 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 store because they know I'm a booster
me what you want and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio or call me Fingers

Coolio, first do' ring, now they mob ring, told you before
You shouldn'ta fell asleep, give it up, give 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 three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Tyson punch out

You better hide your shit if you keep it
I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're
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 like a
Some got shot, now I'm goin' through his pockets
He won't be needin' no dollars he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act like I know him

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

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