Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace a catch a body
And if you around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our
And you ever disrespect it then kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter I'm John Gotti

I feel John Gotti
(Put your hands down, you talkin' to me, bitch)
John
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I like John Gotti
It ain't shit to a hit, I feel like John Gotti

My cousin CJ to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah nothing for to get it gone
With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it
Gon be a god in New Orleans like that Daymond
Landlord in the south like my nigga
Corvette in front of David Ways free Lee Lucas
Fuck that nigga bitch, I got her saying free Lee (Free Lee Lucas)
(Say Lee Lucas)

and Bryan bitch, I just got off the phone with 'em
My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong
My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with
You got them college niggas fool, I be stone killers

Bet a lot pussy want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace a catch a body
And if you fuck with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, be out my body
Whole clique up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever it then it's kamikaze
I just be me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, you talkin' to me, bitch)
Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I like John Gotti

to Allah, I was born a god
With the game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for wedding, I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, bitch on my ass, she want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I'd get cash
Drika she bad and she into
Up in the Louis, Pucci
I tell em it's when they want them bands
I got them and no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling

I get tired
I'm bout my business, and back sand
I'm my business, and back selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back selling
I'm bout my business, and selling sand

Bet a lot niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace a catch a body
And if you around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my
Whole clique up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's
I be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John
(Put your down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John