Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
motherfuckers
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 ponder that image
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

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

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

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

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

I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think 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 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
Thought youd get the too
Greedy
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
Stupid in my beach house

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

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

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

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 song is you
Dont you, dont you, you

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

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of various and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate prizes
We come with so different tricks
The apricot scarf was by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip 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)
blanks 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
so vain
You probably think this song is you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

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

I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
you, dont 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 for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make like me proud
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 this is about you

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

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