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

Yeah, God
a picture like a young 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, y'all know
And if not, learn how them 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
First the text, then the draws, see the sex
Then it's calls cause the bird's
Want flowers, cards, and the purses
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,
Could a book called, "the things hoes say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters
But bitches so predictable
I'm in
Getting to the promised
You don't 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 liquor all in my
Bitches all in my
I said real trying to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't scared for my
I

And I'm back to school
Only for the and a class or two
bad bitch made the pastor drool
Everybody sweat her like school
Sat next to her in the of the class
Cheated off of her and I'm grabbing her ass
She "don't you know this shit already?
Nigga, you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round these rappers cause dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jump wasn't that good
sell crack but I rap good
That's one
Know a lot of niggas that'll marry type
Bad with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
I'm koopa, I been the Mario type
No hoes
I ain't cause a lot of cool bitches
That a nigga went to with is major hoes
And theirs mans don't know, mans don't know, fa
Had a nigga's baby, little don't know
Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
12 later 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 all in my breath
all in my sight
I said real trying to fuck
Fuck niggas wanna
I gun shots into the air
But I ain't scared for my
I