Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac a zany 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

loco, you better call 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 I went through her purse

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
in the grass fool, I'm taking chances
If the is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, 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
What you doin' stickin' in people's window?
Gimme big fat dope sack, gimme that Cadillac
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio call me shady, janky, slick
You and your better duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, no drama
If I get you, I bust a cap on your momma

I never had a grip, so I how to shoplift
My trench coat is long and now I got some fresh
Yeah buddy, shit's good
Gets props and respect from 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 don't no bitch for my dough
They got I want, I just rob the hoe

Early birds the worm, so I crow like a rooster
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, first they do' ring, now they mob ring, told you
You shouldn'ta never fell asleep, give it up, it up, give it up

I don't wanna go to 'cause I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the up
One plus three equals four for the
Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson out

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

Up, up and away like a
Some fool got shot, now I'm through his pockets
He won't be needin' no dollars he's goin'
And I get to hell, I'ma act like 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 and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they me Sticky Fingers

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