Luyện nghe bài hát Grouch

Yo
I swear to god the whole sucks ass
But I gotta live so I be wakin' up mad
Scratch my nut sack and crawl outta bed with a full of dreads
And pussy on my moustache
I eat my bowl of cereal with a face
Spacin' out, thinkin 'bout how I hate Drake
I hate main stream artists 'cause I don't make money they make
It makes me wanna throw dishes and plates
Flip tables and fling chairs, stare in the mirror and cuss people out who there,
it fair
Tell 'em to say
'Cause I was sent here to squares who use auto-tune and gay snares
I take my makin' somethin' creative while they buy ghost writers with a couple
of
Still I'm the most underrated slash under-appreciated and that's a
I woke up mad
Every I peel back the covers and I want the whole fuckin' world to suffer
Because I up mad
Don't ask me how I'm doin', get ya ass on or you gon' be the first person I
on
I woke up mad
Nigga stay the fuck out of my or you could put a cap on the rest of the day
I wake up mad
That's why I'm on the talking so much trash, the whole world sucks ass
I woke up mad!
Who the fuck I gotta to get a million views?
I'll drown his ass face down in a swimming
My friend just invited me to get some
you wanna go to the... No, I ain't in the mood
My whole life I try to do what's and got shitted on so now I'm too uptight
If I saw you hanging above a pit full of spikes I'd scream 'Give me your I'll
you up, psyche!' (Noooo...)
And watch you fall to your ass death
And I couldn't really a fuck less
This mornin' I'm upset, gettin' gut-checked
Ain't no nugs left, I ain't smoked a blunt yet
I'm to have a fit, I can't find happiness
The can open up a sink hole and suck an intergalactic dick
I jumped in the and I had to vent
Self-control, I practice it
I woke up mad
Every mornin' I peel back the covers and I want the whole fuckin' to suffer
Because I up mad
ask me how I'm doin', get ya ass on or you gon' be the first person I flash
on
Bitch I up mad
Nigga stay the fuck out of my or you could put a cap on the rest of the day
I wake up mad
That's why I'm on the internet talking so much trash, the whole sucks ass
Bitch I up mad!
Yo
I got paid but I'm still stressin'
got me fucked up from every direction
Never a fuck 'bout a presidential election
Every president can die a deadly infection
And show these hoes keep getting faker
Tryin' to meet Twiztid by doin' sexual
I know that behavior, she me to save her
But fuck that, hit the bitch with the death
I give a fuck about the pain I keep causin'
I'm cussin' mothafucka's out while I'm
I don't drink often, 'cause I take a few shots then I'm turnin' into Stone Cold

I tee off and break your nose in the
A fuckin' with a Napoleon complex
I threw a tantrum this mornin' before I got
Cooked meth and blew up the projects
Bitch I up mad
mornin' I peel back the covers and I want the whole fuckin' world to suffer
Because I up mad
Don't ask me how I'm doin', get ya ass on or you gon' be the person I flash
on
Bitch I up mad
Nigga stay the fuck out of my or you could put a cap on the rest of the day
I wake up mad
That's why I'm on the internet talking so much trash, the world sucks ass
Bitch I up mad!