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

Go on

Sharp shooter into hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at that walks
No substance, small talk

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

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

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

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

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the 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
youd 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 the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my house

No, I aint go and act a fool
And be the story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id be your lover
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid fucker

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

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

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

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

You tell 'em,

Clouds of 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 chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
Show me youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You have just run out of
(I'm cloud, baby)
Shootin now, you son of a gun
(You can like thunder all over me)

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

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

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

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this song is about you
Dont you, you, dont 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 common
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an
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 think song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You probably think this song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is 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