Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

I set it off on my left
Set it off on my
I said liquor all in my
Bitches all in my
I said real trying to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun shots the air
But I scared for my life
I

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

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

And I'm going back to
for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad made the pastor drool
Everybody her like catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the
Cheated off of her and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you know shit already?
Nigga, ain't you already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they as shit
But I'm back on track, jump shot that good
Couldn't crack but I rap good
That's one
Know a lot of niggas marry your type
Bad with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I never been the type
No saving
I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool
That a nigga went to with is major hoes
And theirs mans know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a nigga's baby, little mans know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years later when my come on, he ask
"mama, did you J. Cole?"

Getting to the promised
You want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise
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 niggas trying to fuck
niggas wanna fight
I said gun shots the air
But I scared for my life
I