Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
I go to work, I smoke 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 but I don't smoke rocks
Some 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 from my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
Put the to sleep then I went through her purse

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

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

Coolio call me shady, janky, right
You and your crew better from my gunshots
I no shit, carryin' 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
much props and respect from the hood

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

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

Coolio, first they do' ring, now mob ring, told you before
You never fell 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 for the sock up
One three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on ass like a Mike Tyson punch out

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

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

I'm takin' that ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your 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
We them too