Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

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

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, last was too turnt
They caught me fucking on
I embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, around the world, I'm back now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the streets to the like rocky
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond fangs like a
Where's the package the stamp?
it open by the Lamb
Roll it up I cramp
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the , uh
Got a lady and a
Bitch I it from the trap

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

[Verse 2:
Made it the bottom, what you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
When I was in the bottom, you have out with me
Now I got dollars, they keep hanging with me
a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy
Pull up with a gang and playing with me
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed
Too for the bando
Shoot two through the window
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old money like a
Bring it back, this the
Crips mights call it a
Bloods might call it a
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to beast
Bitch I it from the trap
Whole in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got your in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got the running laps
Bitch I it from the trap
Bitch I it out the trap