Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti

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

I feel John Gotti
(Put your down, when 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 John

My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a 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 nigga Daymond
Landlord in the like my nigga Lucci
in front of David Ways 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, me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong him?
You got college 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 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 shooter like I'm John

I feel John Gotti
(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 Gotti

Praise to Allah, I was a god
the murder game I'm righteous
Cancel shows for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche and we screeching 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 em it's Gucci when they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear
'Cause I'm bout my business, and back sand

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

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