Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and look yourself
no wonder you would ponder that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

shooter into breakin hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at that walks
No substance, just small

Know why youre feelin on that girls
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin work until 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, you gonna tell her after she discovers
You dont really love
Oh, its gonna be a down, knock down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I betcha 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
Dont you, dont you, you

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to the cake 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
motherfuckers
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
Stupid in my beach house

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

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

I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I think this song 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 'em, Carly

Clouds of various shapes and
Most guys like to their prizes
We with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was by Nick
Nothing in the words to Nick

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

No, no, no, no, no
Its not what you say, its you do
Youre so
You probably this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, you, dont you

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

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

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a or an altostratus?
Somebody to somebody 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 probably think song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You probably think this song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably this song is about you
That's right,
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably think this song is you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun