Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Fingers (alternate)

Brainiac a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat
Of indo, then 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 Bronco
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
Snake in the grass fool, I'm chances
If the is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky

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

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

I never had a grip, so I learn how to
My trench coat is long and now I got some fresh
buddy, shit's lookin' good
Gets much props and respect from the

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

Early birds catch the worm, so I crow a rooster
They me round the store because 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 mob ring, told you before
You shouldn'ta fell asleep, give it up, give it up, give it up

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

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

Up, up and like a rocket
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 takin' everything that bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of front door
Let me be for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Fingers

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