Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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 niggas to fuck
niggas wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't scared for my
I

Yeah, God
a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
Niggas sayin' live fast, die young, so I drive
And I die old
In the drop the top low
Met a bad bitch Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how them in the chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking it
My niggas say why you think about it?
The bitch want too much, hit my phone too
If I gotta be frank about it, 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
Cole on twitter, 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 a book called, "the things hoes say"
a lot of love to my sisters though
But these so predictable
I'm in
Getting to the land
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
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
I

And I'm back to school
for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch made the drool
Everybody sweat her like catholic
Sat next to her in the 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 these rappers cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jump wasn't that good
Couldn't sell but I rap good
one stereotype
Know a lot of that'll marry your type
Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em ya
I'm koopa, I never the Mario type
No hoes
I ain't cause a lot of cool bitches
That a nigga went to school is major hoes
And mans don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a baby, little mans don't know
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 don't problems, I promise, man
I you to the promise land
You don't problems, I promise, man

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