Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Paris

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

City [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
Woke up in
all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last was too turnt
They caught me on camera
I embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been the world, I'm back now
Mr. [?] wax in the [?]
And I'm running the streets to the city like
Who da Who da champ?
Diamond like a vamp
Where's the package with the
Bust it open by the
Roll it up I cramp
Uh, four on my hands, uh
Smoke from the grams , uh
Got a and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the

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I woke up in
In the bed, a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
I roll up the lesh
Then I back for seconds
Swear that the wettest
I up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the
Then I went back for
Swear pussy the wettest

[Verse 2:
it from the bottom, what you thinking 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 dollars, they 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 Coco, it made your nose bleed
Too turnt for the
two times through the window
Pop one off for the kid
Pop one off the
Old money like a
it back, this the reload
Crips call it a kilo
might call it a bilo
Put my wrist in a
Hit it up, it up to beast mode
Bitch I it from the trap
thang in my lap
Bitch I made it the trap
Got your in my lap
I made it from the trap
Got the police running
I made it from the trap
Bitch I it out the trap