Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac a zany 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 but I don't smoke rocks
people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
'Cause I all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you call Bronco
a link from 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 me Sticky 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 your ass
What you doin' in that people's window?
Gimme that big fat sack, gimme that Cadillac
that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio call me shady, janky, slick
You and your crew better duck from my
I no shit, carryin' no drama
If I can't get you, I a cap on your momma

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

Caps from my raps and a full of hubcaps
to the crew and you're 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 like a
They follow me round the because they know that I'm a booster
Tell me what you want and I'll be the
Call me Coolio or me Sticky Fingers

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

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

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

Up, up and away a rocket
fool got shot, now I'm goin' through his pockets
He be needin' no dollars where he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act like I know him

I'm everything that ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your 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 any dreams?
We want too