Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

I said set it off on my
Set it off on my
I said liquor all in my
Bitches all in my
I said real niggas to fuck
niggas wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't for my life
I

Yeah, God
Paint a like a young Pablo, Picasso
sayin' live fast, die young, so I drive slow
And I die old
In the drop the top low
Met a bad from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, y'all know
And if not, you'll how them niggas in the chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking it
My niggas say why you think about it?
The bitch want too much, hit my phone too
If I gotta be frank about it, worth the stress
First the text, the draws, see first the sex
Then it's calls cause the obsessed
flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, can't get a dollar
Cole on twitter, bitch can't get a
Can get a nut, "can't get enough"
Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' she may hit the lotto
No way,
Could write a book called, "the hoes say"
Show a lot of love to my though
But bitches so predictable
I'm in
to the promised land
You don't problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise
You don't problems, I promise, man

I said set it off on my
Set it off on my
I said liquor all in my
all in my sight
I said real niggas to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun into the air
But I ain't for my life
I

And I'm going to school
Only for the and a class or two
bad bitch made the pastor drool
Everybody her like catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the
off of her test and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you know shit already?
Nigga, you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they as shit
But I'm back on track, jump wasn't that good
Couldn't sell but I rap good
one stereotype
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry type
Bad bitch a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I been the Mario type
No saving
I ain't fooled cause a lot of bitches
That a nigga to school with is major hoes
And mans don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a baby, little mans don't know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years later when my song on, he ask
"mama, did you J. Cole?"

Getting to the land
You want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the land
You want problems, I promise, man

Set it off on my
Set it off on my
I said liquor all in my
Bitches all in my
I said real trying to fuck
niggas wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't for my life
I