Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat
Of indo, then through 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 pawn shop but I don't smoke
Some people say I'm crazy and they I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the shit and I get it back

Coolio loco, you better call
Stole a link from my auntie and sold it to my
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 fool, I'm taking chances
If the price is right, you can me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky

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

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

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

Early birds catch the worm, so I crow a rooster
They follow me round the 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 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 plus three equals 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 'llac while you're sleepin'
I was born a sickness that they call brokeness
Never said I was the 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 takin' everything that ain't to the floor
And before I go I steal the of your front door
Let me be for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, called me Sticky Fingers

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