Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

Yeah, God
Paint a picture like a Pablo, Picasso
Niggas sayin' fast, die young, so I drive slow
And I die old
In the drop the top low
Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all
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 think 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 calls cause the bird's obsessed
flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, bitch can't get a
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,
write a book called, "the things hoes say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters
But these so predictable
I'm in
Getting to the land
You don't problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise
You want problems, I promise, man

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

And I'm going back to
for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch the pastor drool
sweat her like catholic 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 know shit already?
Nigga, you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as
But I'm back on track, shot wasn't that good
Couldn't sell crack but I rap
one stereotype
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry type
Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em ya
I'm koopa, I never the Mario type
No saving
I ain't fooled cause a lot of bitches
That a nigga went to school with is hoes
And mans 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 later my song come on, he ask
"mama, did you J. Cole?"

Getting to the promised
You want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the land
You want 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 said real trying to fuck
Fuck wanna fight
I gun shots into the air
But I scared for my life
I