Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in up in
real godly

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
Woke up in
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, last was too turnt
They me fucking on camera
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 the streets to the city like rocky
Who da Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a
Where's the package with the
it open by the Lamb
Roll it up I cramp
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a
Bitch I made it the trap

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

[Verse 2:
it from the bottom, what 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 with me
Take a lot of Molly, that's your
Pull up with a gang and stop playing me
You took too much of your Coco, it made your nose
Too for the bando
Shoot two through the window
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old like a Nintendo
it back, this the reload
Crips call it a kilo
Bloods call it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, it up to beast mode
I made it from the trap
Whole in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got your in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got the police running
Bitch I it from the trap
I made it out the trap