Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti (Tags)

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, be out my body
Whole pull up in Vettes, bitch 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 John
(Put your hands down, when you to me, bitch)
Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like Gotti

My cousin CJ 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 like that nigga
in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways 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 hatin, sending me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations, man wrong with him?
You got college niggas fool, I be with stone killers

Bet a lot pussy niggas to murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a
Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our
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)
Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like Gotti
It ain't shit to 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 another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your on my ass, she want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I'd rather get
Drika she bad and she bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio
I tell em it's Gucci when they want them
I got them racks and no longer jewelry
'Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling

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

Bet a lot pussy niggas to murder Brasi
Boulevard, and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and still a catch a body
And if you around with 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 it's
I just be with me a shooter like I'm Gotti

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