Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

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

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
up in Paris
Broke all the (that lean)
Watch me, night was too turnt
caught me fucking 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 like rocky
Who da champ? Who da
Diamond fangs a vamp
Where's the with 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
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 back for seconds
Swear that the wettest
I up in Paris
In the bed, a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I up the lesh
Then I back for seconds
Swear pussy the wettest

[Verse 2:
Made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
I made it from the bottom, you thinking of me?
I was in the bottom, you didn't have out with me
Now I got dollars, they keep hanging with me
Take a lot of Molly, your fantasy
Pull up with a gang and stop with me
You took too much of Coco, it made your 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 call it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, turn it up to mode
Bitch I it from the trap
Whole in my lap
Bitch I it from the trap
Got girl in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got the police laps
Bitch I made it from the
Bitch I made it out the