Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a zany act,
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 or should I say
The pawn shop but I don't rocks
Some say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you better call
Stole a link my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers 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 price is right, you can me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Finger

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

call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin' no
If I can't get you, I bust a cap on your

I never had a grip, so I learn how to
My coat is long and now I got some fresh shit
buddy, shit's lookin' good
Gets much props and respect from the

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

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

Coolio, first they do' ring, now they mob ring, told you
You shouldn'ta never fell asleep, 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 three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass a Mike Tyson punch out

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

Up, up and like a rocket
Some got shot, now I'm goin' 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 everything that ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of front door
Let me be free for I'm a thief and a
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers

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