Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and look over
It's no wonder you would ponder that
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

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

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

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

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

I betcha think this is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think song is about 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
youd get the money too
Greedy
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 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 motha fucker

Oh, who you give it to? Who you gonna 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 she discovers
You dont really love
Oh, its gonna be a down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger em up

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

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

You tell 'em,

of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to their prizes
We with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the words to Nick

Got a chip your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint to run
You have just run out of
(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 probably think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

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

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

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this song is 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, thick as
Never met jet but venture a bet
There's a threat to our common dream
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for damned cream
There'd be no in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a 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
so vain, you probably think this song is about you

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

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