Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

Yeah, God
Paint a picture a young Pablo, Picasso
Niggas 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
it straight, shit, cause 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 gotta think it?
The want too much, hit my phone too much
If I be frank about it, ain't worth the stress
the text, then the draws, see first the sex
Then it's calls the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses
Nah, can't get a dollar
on twitter, bitch 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 write a book called, "the hoes say"
Show a lot of to my sisters though
But bitches so predictable
I'm in
to the promised land
You don't problems, I promise, man
I you to the promise land
You want problems, I promise, man

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

And I'm going to school
for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch made the pastor
Everybody sweat her like 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 dumb as
Hanging 'round these rappers cause dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't good
Couldn't crack but I rap good
That's one
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry type
Bad with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I never been the type
No hoes
I ain't fooled cause a lot of bitches
a nigga went to school with is major hoes
And theirs mans know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a nigga's baby, little don't know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 years later my song 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 promise
You don't 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 real niggas trying to
Fuck wanna fight
I said gun shots the air
But I ain't for my life
I