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
Broke all the (that lean)
me, last night was too turnt
They me fucking on camera
I ain't
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the is that '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 like
Who da Who da champ?
Diamond like a vamp
the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings the grams , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I made it the trap

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

2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
I it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
When I was in the bottom, you didn't have out me
Now I got some dollars, they keep with me
a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy
Pull up a gang and stop playing with me
You took too much of your Coco, it 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
it back, this the reload
Crips mights it a kilo
might call it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to beast
Bitch I it from the trap
thang in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got girl in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I made it from the
Bitch I made it out the