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

Go on

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

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

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

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

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this 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 get the money too
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too

Son of a gun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tell 'em,

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

Got a chip upon shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint to run
You have run out of ammunition
(I'm cloud, baby)
blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all me)

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
There's a common to our common dream
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned
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 tell 'em,
In the of clouds?
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's you do
You're so vain, you think this song is about you

You 'em, Carly
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