Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, climb 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 call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and sold it to my
Took the flowers a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to then I went through her purse

Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm
Snake in the grass fool, I'm chances
If the price is right, you can me a killer
I was a rap singer, they 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 rob your ass blind
What you doin' in that people's window?
Gimme that big fat sack, gimme that Cadillac
Gimme that big chain, that's the life, a-that I lead

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

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

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

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

Coolio, they 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 go to jail 'cause I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get for the sock up
One plus equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Mike punch out

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

Up, up and away like a
Some fool got shot, now I'm 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' everything that 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 everything, do you have any dreams?
We them too