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

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and look over
It's no wonder you would ponder that
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

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

why youre feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
Workin your work until you you find
Whos goin with you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

Sweatin me but Im not type
You think you irk me and so right
Id rather keep the trash and you out
Stupid in my beach 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 motha fucker

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

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

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
Show me what youre do, I aint bout to run
You have run out of ammunition
(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 you say, its what you do
so vain
You probably think song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

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

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

I betcha think this song is you
I think 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, as thieves
Never met jet but venture a bet
There's a common to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

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

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