Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti

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
clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm Gotti

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

My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a of raw
In Alexandria, it's 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 nigga Daymond
in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways free Lee Lucas
Fuck that bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas (Free Lee Lucas)
(Say Lee Lucas)

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

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 up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's
I just be me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

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

Praise to Allah, I was a god
With the game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him 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 rather get
Drika she bad and she into
Up in the Louis, Pucci
I tell em it's Gucci when they want bands
I got racks and no longer wear jewelry
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand

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

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

I feel like John
(Put hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
John
'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