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

You're a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself
It's no you would ponder that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

No, I gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga
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 gonna lie to? Who you cheat on?
Who you leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna her after she discovers
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 this song is you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
Dont you, you, dont 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 shapes and
Most guys like to evaluate their
We come with so many different
The apricot was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint 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
Youre so
You probably this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, you, dont you

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
and me, thick as thieves
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 clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
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
so vain, you probably think this song is about you

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

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