Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, then 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 don't smoke
Some people say I'm crazy and think I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the shit and I get it back

Coolio loco, you better Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and it to my uncle
the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to then I went through 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, they called me Sticky

But he's stickin' you and takin' all of you money, I ain't
Got gaffled that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
What you doin' stickin' in that people's
Gimme that big fat dope sack, gimme Cadillac
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck from my
I takes no shit, carryin' no
If I get you, I bust a cap on your momma

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 props and respect from the

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

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

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

I wanna go to jail 'cause I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get for the sock up
One plus three four 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 while you're sleepin'
I was born with a sickness they call brokeness
said 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 where he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act I don't know him

I'm takin' that ain't bolted 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
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers

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