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 shop but I don't 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 better call
Stole a link from my and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, 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 price is right, you can me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Finger

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

Coolio call me shady, janky, right
You and your crew better from my gunshots
I takes no shit, no drama
If I can't get you, I bust a cap on momma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm takin' everything that ain't to the floor
And before I go I the knocker 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 want everything, do you any dreams?
We them too