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, be out my body
clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's
I just be with me a like 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 feel like Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like Gotti

My CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah it's for to get it gone
With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it
Gon be a god in New Orleans that nigga Daymond
in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David screeching 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 signals
My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong him?
You got them niggas fool, I be with stone killers

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

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

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

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

Bet a lot pussy want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a 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 kamikaze
I be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

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