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 niggas trying to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun into the air
But I ain't for my life
I

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

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

And I'm going to school
Only for the hoes and a 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 this shit already?
Nigga, ain't you already?"
Yeah, but I got as shit
Hanging 'round these rappers they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't that
Couldn't sell but I rap good
That's one
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your
Bad with 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 cool
a nigga went to school with is major hoes
And theirs don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a nigga's baby, little mans don't
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years when my song come on, he ask
"mama, did you J. Cole?"

Getting to the land
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 liquor all in my breath
Bitches all in my
I said niggas trying to fuck
Fuck niggas fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't scared for my
I