Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti (Tags)

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 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 it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a like I'm John Gotti

I feel John Gotti
(Put hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
John
'Cause it shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti

My cousin CJ tried to hit me a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah it's for to get it gone
music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster
Gon be a god in New like 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 with
You got them niggas fool, I be with stone killers

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 with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, be out my body
Whole 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 Gotti

I feel like John
(Put your down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
John
'Cause it shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
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 wedding, I don't know another just like it
I Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like
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 when they want them bands
I got them racks and no wear jewelry
'Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling

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

Bet a lot niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, and a Maserati
Black, Gunna, and Menace still 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, we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's
I just be with me a 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 a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John