Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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

Go on

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

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

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

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

I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I think this 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
motherfuckers
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 have the and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not youre
You think you irk me and 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 lead on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id be your lover
Id rather you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you give 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 she discovers
You really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I think this song is about you
I betcha think song 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
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You 'em, Carly

of various shapes and sizes
Most like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different
The apricot was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

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

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

I think 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
Dont you, you, dont you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
Never met jet but venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common
'em, Carly
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an
Somebody to somebody like me proud
You tell 'em,
In the of clouds?
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, what you do
so vain, you probably think this song is about you

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

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