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 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 shop but I don't smoke rocks
people say I'm crazy and they 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 sleep then I went through her

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
in the grass fool, I'm taking chances
If the price is right, you can call me a
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger

But stickin' you and takin' all of you money, I ain't never
Got gaffled like that, don't you blink or rob your ass blind
What you doin' stickin' in that window?
Gimme that big fat sack, gimme that Cadillac
that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

Coolio me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck my gunshots
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 fresh shit
Yeah buddy, 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 for my dough
They got somethin' I want, I rob the hoe

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

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

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

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

Up, up and away like a
Some fool got shot, now I'm goin' his pockets
He won't be needin' no where he's goin'
And when I get to hell, I'ma act like I don't him

I'm takin' everything that ain't bolted to the
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, they me Sticky Fingers

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