Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Machine Gun
Ayy
up in woke up in
Soundin' real

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too
They me fucking on camera
I ain't
Pull up, home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the streets to the city like
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond fangs a vamp
Where's the with the stamp?
Bust it open by the
it up 'till I cramp
Uh, rings on my hands, uh
Smoke from the grams , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I 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 that pussy the
I woke up in
In the bed, with a bad (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the
Then I back for seconds
Swear that the wettest

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