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 pawn but I don't smoke rocks
Some 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 better Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie and it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I 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 called me Sticky

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

Coolio call me shady, janky, right
You and crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin' no
If I get you, I bust 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
Yeah buddy, lookin' good
Gets much props and from the hood

Caps from my raps and a trunk of hubcaps
Step to the crew and you're to catch a pimp slap
But I don't no bitch for my dough
got somethin' I want, I just 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
me what you want and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio or call me Fingers

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

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

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

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

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

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