Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

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

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
Woke up in
all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, night was too turnt
caught me fucking on camera
I ain't
Pull up, back home, flag on, out, what the fuck is that '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 rocky
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond like a vamp
Where's the with the stamp?
Bust it open by the
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I made it the trap

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

[Verse 2:
it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
When I was in the bottom, you didn't out with me
Now I got some dollars, they hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, that's fantasy
Pull up a gang and stop playing with me
You took too much of your Coco, it made your bleed
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 mights it a kilo
Bloods might it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to beast
I made it from the trap
Whole in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got girl in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got the police running
I made it from the trap
Bitch I it out the trap