Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

Yeah, God
Paint a 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, cause y'all
And if not, you'll learn how niggas in the chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm 'bout it
My niggas say why you think about it?
The bitch too much, hit my phone too much
If I gotta be frank it, ain't worth the stress
the text, then the draws, see first the sex
Then it's calls cause the obsessed
flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, can't get a dollar
on twitter, bitch can't 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 called, "the things hoes say"
Show a lot of love to my though
But these bitches so
I'm in
to the promised land
You don't problems, I promise, man
I you to the promise land
You don't problems, I promise, man

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

And I'm back to school
Only for the hoes and a or two
Young bad bitch the pastor drool
Everybody sweat her like school
Sat to her in the back of the class
Cheated off of her test and I'm her ass
She like "don't you this shit already?
Nigga, you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round rappers cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't that
Couldn't sell but I rap good
That's one
a lot of niggas 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 fooled a lot of cool bitches
That a nigga went to school with is hoes
And theirs mans don't know, 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 promised
You want 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
all in my sight
I real niggas trying to fuck
niggas wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't for my life
I