Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

Yeah, God
Paint a picture like a young Pablo,
Niggas sayin' live fast, die young, so I drive
And I die old
In the drop the top low
Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, cause 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 want too much, hit my phone too much
If I gotta be frank it, ain't worth the stress
First the text, then the draws, see the sex
Then it's calls cause the obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses
Nah, bitch get a dollar
on twitter, bitch can't get a follow
Can get a nut, "can't get enough"
Now she fuck a nigga that she may hit the lotto
No way,
write a book called, "the things hoes say"
Show a lot of to my sisters though
But bitches so predictable
I'm in
Getting to the promised
You want problems, I promise, man
I you to the promise land
You don't problems, I promise, man

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

And I'm going to school
Only for the hoes and a or two
bad bitch made the pastor drool
Everybody her like catholic school
Sat to her in the back of the class
off of her test and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you this shit already?
Nigga, you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got as shit
Hanging 'round these rappers cause dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, shot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell but I rap good
one stereotype
Know a lot of that'll marry your type
Bad with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I never the Mario type
No hoes
I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool
That a nigga went to with is major hoes
And theirs mans don't know, mans don't know, fa
Had a nigga's baby, little mans don't
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 land
You don't 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 niggas to fuck
Fuck niggas fight
I said gun into the air
But I ain't for my life
I