Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
Try to have the and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a hero
The way you dress and look yourself
It's no wonder you ponder that image
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

shooter into breakin hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything walks
No substance, small talk

Know why youre on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
Workin your until you think you find
Whos goin home you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it
Whos your next
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she
You dont really her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
you, dont you, dont you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
motherfuckers
Try to the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You 'em, Carly
Clouds in my
Go on
Clouds in my

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

me but Im not youre type
You think you irk me and youre so
Id rather the trash and throw you out
Stupid in my beach house

No, I gonna go and act a fool
And be the story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id never be lover
Id make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you steal it from?
Whos your victim?
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna alone?

Oh, you gonna tell her after she discovers
You dont really her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, down
Gun slugger em up

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I think this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, you

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of various and sizes
Most like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different
The scarf was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint to run
You just run out of ammunition
(I'm cloud, baby)
Shootin now, you son of a gun
(You can roll thunder all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
Its not what you say, its you do
Youre so
You think this song is about you
you, dont you, dont you, dont you

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this song is about you

I think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think song is about you
Dont you, dont you, you

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
Dont you, you, dont you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
There's a common threat to our common
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you think you are,
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me
You tell 'em,
In the encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this song is you

You 'em, Carly
You probably think song is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think this is about you
right, girl
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun