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 said real trying to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun shots the air
But I scared for my life
I

Yeah, God
Paint a picture like a young Pablo,
sayin' live fast, die young, so I drive slow
And I die old
In the drop the top low
Met a bad from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
Kept it straight, shit, y'all know
And if not, learn how them niggas in the chi go
I ain't fuck her, but I'm 'bout it
My niggas say why you gotta about it?
The bitch want too much, hit my too much
If I gotta be frank about it, worth the stress
the text, then the draws, see first the sex
Then it's cause the bird's obsessed
flowers, cards, and the purses next
Nah, bitch can't get a
Cole on twitter, bitch can't get a
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 love to my sisters
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 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
Fuck niggas fight
I said gun into the air
But I scared for my life
I

And I'm going to school
Only for the and a class or two
Young bad bitch made the drool
sweat her like catholic school
Sat to her in the back of the class
Cheated off of her and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you this shit already?
Nigga, ain't you already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round rappers cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, shot wasn't that good
Couldn't crack but I rap good
one stereotype
Know a lot of niggas that'll your type
Bad bitch a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I never been the type
No saving
I ain't fooled a lot of cool bitches
That a went to school with is major hoes
And theirs 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 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 liquor all in my breath
all in my sight
I said real trying to fuck
Fuck niggas fight
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't for my life
I