Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a zany act,
Before I go to work, I 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 bait or I say
The pawn shop but I smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and think I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you call Bronco
Stole a link my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
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 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 dope sack, that 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 can't get you, I a cap on your momma

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

Caps from my raps and a trunk full of
Step to the crew and you're bound to catch a pimp
But I pimp no bitch for my dough
They got I want, I just rob the hoe

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

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

I don't wanna go to jail I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get for the sock up
One three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a 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 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 where he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act like I know him

I'm takin' that ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your front
Let me be for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they me Sticky Fingers

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