Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

I set it off on my left
Set it off on my
I liquor all in my breath
all in my sight
I real niggas trying to fuck
Fuck niggas fight
I said gun into the air
But I scared for my life
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 with the top low
Met a bad from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, y'all know
And if not, you'll learn how niggas in the chi go
I fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My say why you gotta think about it?
The bitch want too much, hit my too much
If I gotta be frank about it, ain't the stress
the text, then the draws, see first the sex
Then it's calls the bird's obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the next
Nah, bitch can't get a
Cole on twitter, bitch get a follow
Can get a nut, "can't get enough"
Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the
No way,
Could write a book called, "the things say"
Show a lot of to my sisters though
But these so predictable
I'm in
to the promised land
You want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise
You don't 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 trying to
niggas wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't scared for my
I

And I'm going back to
for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch the pastor drool
Everybody her like catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the
off of her test 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 cause they dumb as
But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't that
Couldn't sell crack but I rap
one stereotype
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your
Bad with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I never been the Mario
No saving
I ain't cause a lot of cool bitches
That a nigga went to with is major hoes
And theirs don't know, mans don't know, fa show
Had a nigga's baby, 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 promised
You don't problems, I promise, man
I you to the promise 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 real niggas trying to fuck
niggas wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't for my life
I