Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

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

such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself
It's no wonder you would ponder that
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

shooter into breakin hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
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 think you
Whos goin with you tonight

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

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

I betcha think this 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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

No, I gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id never be lover
Id make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

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

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

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

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

You tell 'em,

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

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

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

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

I betcha 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
and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
There's a common threat to our dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me
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 tell 'em,
You probably think this 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 probably think this is about you

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