Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Machine Gun
Ayy
Woke up in up in
Soundin' godly

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, night was too turnt
caught me fucking on camera
I embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that
I'm home-bred, hometown, around the world, I'm back now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the to the city like rocky
Who da Who da champ?
fangs like a vamp
Where's the with the stamp?
Bust it by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, four on my hands, uh
rings from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a
I made it from the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla
I woke up in
In the bed, a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
I roll up the lesh
Then I went for seconds
Swear pussy the wettest
I woke up in
In the bed, with a bad (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I up the lesh
Then I went for seconds
Swear that the wettest

[Verse 2:
Made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, what you of me?
When I was in the bottom, you didn't have out me
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging me
Take a lot of Molly, your fantasy
Pull up with a and stop playing with me
You took too much of your Coco, it made nose bleed
Too for the bando
Shoot two times through the
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old money like a
it back, this the reload
Crips call it a kilo
Bloods might call it a
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to mode
Bitch I made it from the
thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the
Got your in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got the police running
Bitch I made it the trap
Bitch I it out the trap