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 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 streets to the like rocky
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond fangs like a
Where's the package the stamp?
it open by the Lamb
Roll it up I cramp
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke rings the grams , uh
Got a and a tramp
I made it from the trap

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

2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, what you of me?
I made it from the bottom, 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 fantasy
Pull up with a gang and stop playing me
You took too much of your Coco, it your nose bleed
Too for the bando
two times through the window
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the
Crips mights it a kilo
Bloods might it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to beast
Bitch I made it from the
Whole in my lap
Bitch I made it from the
Got your in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got the police laps
Bitch I made it from the
Bitch I made it out the