Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in up in
real godly

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, night was too turnt
They caught me on camera
I embarrassed
up, back home, flag 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 running the streets to the city like
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond like a vamp
Where's the package with the
it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke rings the grams , uh
Got a lady and a
Bitch I made it the trap

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

[Verse 2:
Made it from the bottom, what you of me?
I it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
When I was in the bottom, you didn't out with me
Now I got dollars, they keep hanging 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 made your nose
Too turnt for the
Shoot two times through the
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old money like a
Bring it back, the reload
Crips call it a kilo
Bloods call it a bilo
Put my in a freezer
Hit it up, it up to beast mode
Bitch I it from the trap
Whole in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got girl in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I made it the trap
Bitch I made it out the