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

such a romantic 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 hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that
No substance, just talk

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

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

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

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

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

No, I gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga
Not me, sucker, Id be your lover
Id rather make you suffer, you motha fucker

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

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

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this song is about you
Dont you, 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 various shapes and
guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many tricks
The apricot was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I bout to run
You have just run out of
(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
you, dont you, dont you, dont you

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as
Never met jet but 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 in my coffee, clouds 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 encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's you do
You're so vain, you probably think song is about you

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