Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
Greedy
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 look over
It's no wonder you would ponder image
Of your greedy in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why youre on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin work until you think you find
Whos goin home 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 alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her she discovers
You dont love her?
Oh, its gonna be a down, knock down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I betcha think 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
Dont you, you, dont you

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

Son of a gun

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

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
motherfuckers
Try to have the and eat it too

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

No, I aint go and act a fool
And be the lead on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id never be your
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid motha

Oh, who you gonna it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos next 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 love
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

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

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

You tell 'em,

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

Got a upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what gonna do, I aint bout 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 this song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

I betcha think 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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me
You 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's you do
You're so vain, you probably this song is about you

You tell 'em,
You probably think this song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think song is about you
That's right,
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