Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in up in
Soundin' real

City [?] a [?]

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

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

[Verse 2:
Made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
I made it the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I was in the bottom, you didn't have out with me
Now I got dollars, they keep hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, that's your
Pull up a gang and stop playing with me
You took too much of your Coco, it your nose bleed
Too turnt for the
Shoot two through the window
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old like a Nintendo
Bring it back, the reload
Crips call it a kilo
Bloods might call it a
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to beast
Bitch I made it the trap
Whole in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got girl in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I made it the trap
Bitch I made it out the