John Gotti Lyrics – Kroniko
Singer: Kroniko
Title: John Gotti
Sê bem vindo à street onde cinco viram vinte
Vinte e quatro sete linha tudo em linha siga bingo
f#ck friends make money conta soldi you know the lingo
Puxa pedra fitcha conta ou o mambo é gulag primo
On et las still street ya o memo papo primo
Passa montes barulho na prega casa limpa tudo limpo
BAYA, na cunfia zero they call you gringo
Cá na zona é missa certa boda é todo o domingo
Allez !! lascia stare cumpá
Aqui o diabo não veste Prada, veste Nike rapa
Se eu tou nos ends é serie A na futi merda seria
Cabeça cheia de lolo que ate o úber e série A (Hahaha)
Dont makе me to talk broda
Porque velocidadе não é andamento
Nem andamento e vida loca
I’ve been living all sh#t Paris doze na padjoca
Bandidas a darem o stick a carregarem onças tropa
Yeah realite é fuga filho
Manos a acenderem fogueiras outros a dispararem milho
Checka directamente da lisa estrilho, K (é mi)
Olho infrared red e red eyes euro dollar dirham
Vigias na porta do prédio tudo no corre do arame
Ordem no beco e vaticano
Se e kau mau tá seco mano all you gotta do g is keep your head on plan
I know que a tentação é louca rua digra tá na sangue
Guita gira e salvação de todo o digra que tá no gang (hey hey hey)
Loca life sh#t is real gera de opinel no drill a fazi três guarda mil
K street sensei family Bizno Salvatore
Sistema crê toma conta baixa preço arrebenta o lobby
Les tombe pega juízo da bu corri
Tou mais underground que o metro most wanted john gotti, E NOIX
Airmax e terço no pescoço
Um monte de anos yo lá fora, nunca tirei férias moço
O que o teu plug move agora já eu larguei em 2012
Selfmade ayo na esquina onde te roem até ao osso
I got the doors unlocked pacto recto tá fechado
Tou com as chaves da cidade, quando morrer fazem feriado
La na zona e tudo crypto até mo rap é encriptado
Porque eu não brilho tipo escama
Eu sou o gajo do pescado (ouê ouê organiza di bo)
Estilo nuvem negra Kliclau ya o recado tá dado
Barras saem em ricochet de quem sai da sh#t soldado
I got my hands on big sh#t e não é ferro soldado (nah nah)
Não é ferro soldado
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John Gotti – English Translation
Be welcome to street where five saw twenty
Twenty -four seven line all in line follow bingo
f#ck Friends Make Money tells Soldi You Know The Lingo
PULA STONE FITCHA ACCOUNT OR MAMBO IS GULAG PRIMO
On et last Still Street Ya O Memo Chat Primo
PASS NO NO NO NO NO CLEAN HOME CLEAN CLEAN
Baya, na cunfia zero they call you gringo
Here in the zone is mass right wedding is all Sunday
Allez !! Lascia Stare Compla
Here the devil does not wear a Prada, wears Nike Rapa
If I am in the ends is Serie A in Futi sh#t would be
Head full of Lolo that even Uber and Series A (hahaha)
DONT MAKе ME TO TALK Broda
Because velocidad is not progress
No progress and local life
I’m Been Living All sh#t Paris Twelve in Padjoca
Bandits to give the stick to carry jaguars troops
Yeah Reite is Escape Son
Backs to light fires others to soak corn
Check directly from Lisa Strille, K (is Mi)
Eye Infrared Red and Red Eyes Euro Dollar Dirham
Watchers at the door of the building all in the rush of the wire
Order in the alley and Vatican
If and bad kau is dry bro all you gotta from G is kep your head on plan
I know that the temptation is crazy digra street is in the blood
Guita Giras and Salvation from all the Digra that is in Gang (Hey Hey Hey)
Loca Life sh#t is Real generates Opinel in Drill to Fazi Three Guard
K Street Sensei Family Bizno Salvatore
System believes take care low price breaks the lobby
Les Tombe grabs the buci
I’m more underground than Metro Most Wanted John Gotti, and Noix
Airmax and Rosary in the neck
A lot of years yo out there, I never took a young vacation
What your plug moves now I already dropped in 2012
Selfmade Ayo on the corner where they go to the bone
I got the doors unlocked recto pact is closed
I’m with the keys of the city, when you die they make holiday
La in the zone and all Crypto until mo rap is encrypted
Because I don’t scale
I am the guy in fish (or or organizes di bo)
Black cloud style kliclau ya the message is given
Bars go out in Ricochet of those who leave sh#t soldier
I GOT MY HANDS ON BIG sh#t AND IS NOT SOLDED IRON (NAH NAH)
It is not ironed iron
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Lyrics Kroniko – John Gotti
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