Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Machine Gun
Ayy
Woke up in up in
real godly

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on
I ain't
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, 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 to the city like rocky
Who da Who da champ?
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 from the , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I it from the trap

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

2: Quavo]
Made it the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
When I was in the bottom, you have out with me
Now I got dollars, they keep hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, your fantasy
Pull up with a gang and playing with me
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed
Too turnt for the
two times through the window
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old money like a
Bring it back, this the
Crips call it a kilo
Bloods might call it a
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, it up to beast mode
Bitch I it from the trap
Whole in my lap
Bitch I made it from the
Got your in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got the police running
Bitch I made it the trap
Bitch I it out the trap