Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the 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 and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your work until you you find
goin home with you tonight

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

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

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this 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 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
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not type
You think you irk me and youre so
Id rather keep the and throw you out
Stupid in my beach house

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

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna it from?
your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you cheat on?
Who you gonna leave

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of various and sizes
Most guys like to their prizes
We come with so many tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the refer to Nick

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

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

I betcha think this is about 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 betcha think this song is you
I betcha 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
and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll 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, clouds in my

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus 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 is about you

You tell 'em,
You think this 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 think this song is about you

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