Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

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

Go on

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

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

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it
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 really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun slugger em up

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

No, I aint gonna go and act a
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 give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you cheat on?
Who you leave alone?

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

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
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 with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the words refer to

Got a chip your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint 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 what you say, its you do
so vain
You probably think this song is you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

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

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

I betcha this song is about you
I betcha this song is about 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
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that damned
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds 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 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 tell 'em,
You probably think this song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably this song is about you
That's right,
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably think this song is you

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