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 romantic
The way you and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder image
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

Sharp into breakin hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex
Hollerin at everything walks
No substance, just small

why youre feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your work until you you find
Whos goin home you tonight

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

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

I betcha think song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this song 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 tell 'em,
Clouds in my
Go on
in my coffee

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

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

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

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

Oh, what you gonna tell her she discovers
You dont really love
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

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

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
Try to have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

Clouds of shapes and sizes
Most like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many tricks
The scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words to Nick

Got a upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
me what youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You have run out of ammunition
(I'm cloud, baby)
Shootin now, you son of a gun
(You can like 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
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

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

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

I think this song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
you, dont 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 threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

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

You tell 'em,
You think this 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 think this song is about you

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