Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a zany act,
Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat
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 but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm and they think I'm on crack
I hock all the shit and I never get it back

Coolio loco, you better Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and 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
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 all of you money, I ain't never
Got like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
What you doin' stickin' in people's window?
Gimme that big fat dope sack, gimme that
Gimme that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I

Coolio call me shady, janky, right
You and your better duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, no drama
If I get you, I bust a cap on your momma

I had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trench coat is long and now I got some fresh
Yeah buddy, lookin' good
Gets much props and from the hood

Caps my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
But I don't pimp no bitch for my
got somethin' I want, I just 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 and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio or call me Fingers

Coolio, they do' ring, now they mob ring, told you before
You shouldn'ta never fell asleep, give it up, give it up, 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 plus three four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Mike 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 call brokeness
said I was the best but I'm damn sure the loc'est

Up, up and away a rocket
Some 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 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 thief and a
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky

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