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 the window
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
Some people say I'm and they think I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the shit and I never get it

Coolio loco, you better call
Stole a link from my auntie and it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
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 me a killer
I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger

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

Coolio call me shady, janky, right
You and your crew duck from my gunshots
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 long and now I got some shit
buddy, shit's lookin' good
Gets much props and respect from the

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

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

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

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

You better your 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 best but I'm damn the loc'est

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

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

Yeah, we want everything, do you have any
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