Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and look yourself
no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy in the mirror

Go on

Sharp shooter breakin hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at that walks
No substance, just talk

Know why youre feelin on that girls
You got a sleazy, one mind
your work until you think you find
Whos home with you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

Sweatin me but Im not youre
You think you irk me and youre so
Id rather keep the and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my house

No, I aint go and act a fool
And be the lead 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 gonna steal it
Whos your next
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you leave alone?

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

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

Got a chip your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me 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 roll like all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
Its not you say, its what you do
so vain
You probably think this is about you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but venture a bet
There's a threat to our common dream
'em, Carly
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
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 you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you think this song is about you

You tell 'em,
You probably think this song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably this song 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