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

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and yourself over
It's no wonder you would that image
Of your greedy in the mirror

Go on

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

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

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it
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 really her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, down
Gun shoot 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 think song is about you
you, dont you, dont you

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

Son of a gun

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

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
Try to have the and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not youre
You you irk me and youre so right
Id rather the trash and throw you out
bitch 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 lover
Id rather make you suffer, you motha fucker

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

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

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

Got a upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre do, I aint bout to run
You have 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 think this song is you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

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 is about you

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

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this 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 venture a bet
There's a common to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that cream
There'd be no in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

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

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

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