Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti

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

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

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

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

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder
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
clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then kamikaze
I be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

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

Praise to Allah, I was a god
With the murder I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know 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, your bitch on my ass, she want me to
Flip out and flash, I'd get cash
Drika she bad and she bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio
I tell em it's Gucci when they want them
I got racks and no longer wear jewelry
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand

I don't get
I'm my business, and back selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back selling
I'm bout my business, and selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back sand

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

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