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 real niggas trying to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun shots the air
But I ain't scared for my
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Yeah, God
a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
Niggas sayin' 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
it straight, shit, cause y'all know
And if not, learn how them niggas in the chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking it
My niggas say why you gotta 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 the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses
Nah, bitch can't get a
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,
Could write a book called, "the things say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters
But bitches so predictable
I'm in
Getting to the promised
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 said all in my breath
all in my sight
I said real niggas to fuck
Fuck wanna fight
I said gun into the air
But I ain't scared for my
I

And I'm going back to
Only for the hoes and a or two
Young bad bitch the pastor drool
Everybody sweat her catholic school
Sat next to her in the of the class
Cheated off of her test and I'm 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 shot wasn't good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap
That's one
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your
Bad bitch a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I been the Mario type
No hoes
I ain't fooled a lot of cool bitches
That a went to school 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 song 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 said liquor all in my
Bitches all in my
I said niggas trying to fuck
Fuck wanna fight
I said gun shots the air
But I ain't for my life
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