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 a romantic hero
The way you and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would that image
Of your greedy in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on that behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your work until you think you
Whos goin with you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

Sweatin me but Im not type
You think you irk me and youre so
Id rather keep the and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my 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 rather make you suffer, you stupid fucker

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

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of various and sizes
guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
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 like all over me)

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

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

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

I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is 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, thick as
Never met jet but venture a bet
There's a common to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that 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 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 probably this song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You probably think this is about 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 think song is about you

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