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 gun shots into the air
But I ain't scared for my
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Yeah, God
Paint a picture a young Pablo, Picasso
sayin' live fast, die young, so I drive slow
And I die old
In the with the top low
Met a bad from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
it straight, shit, cause y'all know
And if not, you'll how them niggas in the chi go
I fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
My niggas say why you gotta about it?
The want too much, hit my phone too much
If I gotta be about it, ain't worth the stress
First the text, the draws, see first the sex
Then it's calls cause the obsessed
Want flowers, cards, and the purses
Nah, bitch get a dollar
Cole on twitter, 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,
write a book called, "the things hoes say"
Show a lot of love to my sisters
But these so predictable
I'm in
to the promised land
You want problems, I promise, man
I you to the promise land
You want 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
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun into the air
But I scared for my life
I

And I'm going back to
for the hoes and a class or two
Young bad bitch made the pastor
Everybody sweat her like school
Sat next to her in the back of the
Cheated off of her and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you know shit already?
Nigga, you rich already?"
Yeah, but I got dumb as
Hanging 'round these cause they dumb as shit
But I'm back on track, jump shot wasn't that
sell crack but I rap good
That's one
Know a lot of niggas that'll your type
Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em ya
I'm koopa, I never been the type
No hoes
I ain't fooled a lot of cool bitches
That a nigga went to school with is 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 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 all in my breath
Bitches all in my
I said real niggas trying to
Fuck niggas wanna
I said gun into the air
But I ain't for my life
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