Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a hero
The way you dress and yourself over
It's no wonder you would that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your work you think you find
Whos goin home with you

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to have the 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 beach

No, I aint gonna go and act a
And be the lead story on the nigga
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?
your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna on?
Who you leave alone?

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

I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think song is about 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 have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

Clouds of various and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their
We come so many different tricks
The scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the refer to Nick

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

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

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to somebody like me proud
You 'em, Carly
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 this song is about you

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