Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

[Intro: Gun Kelly]
Ayy
up in woke up in
Soundin' godly

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on
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 running the streets to the city rocky
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond fangs like a
Where's the with the stamp?
Bust it by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a
Bitch I made it the trap

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

[Verse 2:
Made it from the bottom, what you of me?
I it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I was in the bottom, you didn't have out with me
Now I got some dollars, keep hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, 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
Shoot two times the window
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 might it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to mode
Bitch I made it from the
Whole in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got your in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I made it from the
Bitch I made it out the