Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Machine Gun
Ayy
Woke up in up in
Soundin' real

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
Woke up in
all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too
They caught me on camera
I ain't
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 champ? Who da
Diamond like a vamp
the package with the stamp?
Bust it by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke rings the grams , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I it from 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 went back for
that pussy the wettest
I up in Paris
In the bed, a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the
Then I back for seconds
Swear that the wettest

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 have out with me
Now I got dollars, they keep hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, that's your
Pull up with a gang and stop playing me
You took too of your Coco, it made your nose bleed
Too for the bando
Shoot two times through the
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old money like a
it back, this the reload
Crips mights call it a
might call it a bilo
Put my in a freezer
Hit it up, turn it up to beast
Bitch I made it from the
thang in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got girl in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got the police laps
I made it from the trap
Bitch I it out the trap