Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

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

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
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 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been the world, I'm back now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the streets to the city rocky
Who da champ? Who da
fangs like a vamp
Where's the with the stamp?
it open by the Lamb
Roll it up I cramp
Uh, rings on my hands, uh
rings from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a
I made it from the trap

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

[Verse 2:
Made it the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, what you of me?
I was in the bottom, you didn't have out with me
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging 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 your bleed
Too turnt for the
two times through the window
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 in a freezer
Hit it up, turn it up to mode
I made it from the trap
Whole in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got your in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got the police running
Bitch I made it from the
Bitch I made it out the