Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on that behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your work until you think you
Whos goin home with you

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of various and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their
We come with so different tricks
The apricot was worn by Nick
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 just run out of
(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 what you say, its you do
so vain
You probably think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

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

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

I think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, 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 to our common dream
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
to make somebody 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 think this song is about you

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