Luyện nghe bài hát John Gotti (Tags)

Bet a lot niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, and a Maserati
Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you fuck around with Rayzor, 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 Gotti

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

My cousin CJ to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah it's nothing for to get it
With music, I ain't won awards, but I it gangster
Gon be a god in New Orleans like nigga Daymond
in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee
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 niggas want to murder
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a
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
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, 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 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

to Allah, I was born 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 what made him it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to
Flip out and flash, I'd get cash
Drika she bad and she into
Up in the Louis, Pucci
I tell em it's Gucci when they want them
I got them racks and no longer wear
'Cause I'm bout my business, and selling sand

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

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

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