Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
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 would that image
Of your greedy in the mirror

Go on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, I gonna 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 steal it from?
Whos your next
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna tell her after she
You really 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 think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I think this song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you

Ha, ha, who, who
youd 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 to evaluate their prizes
We with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the words to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
me what youre gonna 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 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
you, dont you, dont you, dont you

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think 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
I betcha this song is about you
you, dont 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 think this song is you
Dont you, you, dont 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 threat to our common
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you think you are,
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 you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this 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