Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

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

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
Woke up in
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, last was too turnt
caught me fucking on camera
I ain't
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been the world, I'm back now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the to the city like rocky
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond fangs a vamp
Where's the package the stamp?
Bust it by the Lamb
it up 'till I cramp
Uh, rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings the grams , uh
Got a lady and a
I made it from the trap

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

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 have out with me
Now I got some dollars, they hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, that's fantasy
Pull up with a gang and stop playing me
You took too much of your Coco, it made nose bleed
Too turnt for the
Shoot two times through the
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old like a Nintendo
it back, this the reload
Crips mights call it a
Bloods might 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
I made it from the trap
Got girl in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I it from the trap
Bitch I it out the trap