Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac with a act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work, I 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 bait or I say
The shop but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and they I'm on crack
'Cause I hock all the shit and I get it back

Coolio loco, you better call
a link from my auntie and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a
Put the girl to then I went through her purse

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

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

call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck from my
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 and now I got some fresh shit
Yeah buddy, shit's lookin'
Gets much props and respect from the

Caps from my raps and a trunk of hubcaps
Step to the crew and you're bound to catch a pimp
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 me round the store because they know that I'm a booster
Tell me what you want and I'll be the
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, it up, give it up

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

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

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

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

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