Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

such a romantic hero
The way you dress and yourself over
It's no you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

Sharp into breakin hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex
Hollerin at everything walks
No substance, small talk

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

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

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

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

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
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 get the money 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
bitch in my beach house

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

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

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

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
Try to the cake 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 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)
blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll thunder all over me)

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

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

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

I think this 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
Dont you, dont you, 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 wasn't for damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cavulotus 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
You're so vain, you probably think this song is you

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

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