Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in up in
Soundin' real

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
Woke up in
all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too
caught me fucking on camera
I ain't
Pull up, back home, on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm the streets to the city like rocky
Who da Who da champ?
Diamond like a vamp
Where's the package the stamp?
Bust it open by the
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, rings on my hands, uh
rings from the grams , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the

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

2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, what you of me?
When I was in the bottom, you didn't have out me
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging me
Take a lot of Molly, 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
Shoot two times through the
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the
Crips call it a kilo
might call it a bilo
Put my in a freezer
Hit it up, turn it up to mode
I made it from the trap
Whole in my lap
Bitch I made it from the
Got girl in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I made it from the
Bitch I it out the trap