Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a zany act,
I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, climb through 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 pawn shop but I smoke rocks
people 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
a link from my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I went 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
Before I was a rap singer, called me Sticky Finger

But he's 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 stickin' in that people's window?
Gimme that big fat dope sack, gimme that
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better from my gunshots
I takes no shit, no drama
If I can't get you, I 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 shit
Yeah buddy, lookin' good
Gets much props and from the hood

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

Early birds catch the worm, so I like a rooster
They follow me the store because they know that I'm a booster
Tell me you want and I'll be the stealer
me Coolio or call me Sticky Fingers

Coolio, first they do' ring, now they mob ring, you before
You never fell asleep, give it up, give it up, give it up

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

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

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

I'm takin' everything that ain't to the floor
And before I go I steal the 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 want everything, do you have any
We them too