Luyện nghe bài hát Syrup

[Verse 1: Rock]
The dirty dishes are becoming
Even the roaches "I wouldn't raise my children here"
Simple syrup in his veins, dirty nails, brain
Eyes wide, spine like a saltlick a pissing (pssss)
ASR Schroder split the rent with and bacterial cultures
track poltergeists prints through his Folgers, gross
Home is where the unholy
sea bath tub
Never mind his
Party at the penthouse carpeted in pet
Fridge full of black deli meat and air
Sill prefer it to the overbearing flare
And death stare and an at risk ego
System, over peace, love, and wisdom
shooting everything
Media's a fuck
Religion is a scapegoat for
no

[Hook 1: Aesop
I ain't out there, man
I don't no one out there, man
You even know what's out there, man
Man

2: Homeboy Sandman]
Sycophants is on the prowl so I don't need to do
I'll dry myself paper towels
Can't have a decent with the butcher, baker, or candlestick maker
At least they smoking now
I am not going to vacate and ain't breaking out
such a boring scene
I found more buoyancy in
Accommodations rate
At least an environment that I can regulate
Like I was G
I got a fan and bucket of ice cubes
Fuck what's popping on the
I gotta up mice poo
I a war against the spiders and was left with the mosquitoes
But these blood suckers a bump
Those blood suckers always want to
Yo, who's that in my key hole trying to keep it on the d-low
Plain and simple, mine's my favorite mind
So I'm closing all the windows and I'm all the blinds

[Hook 2: Homeboy
I goin' out there, son
I trust no one out there, son
I don't even what's out there, son
Son

[Verse 3: Open Eagle]
Yo, I got a TV and my house has four of 'em
Some of y'all is cutting the or mad more of 'em
foraging, I do the shit that I can sit and do
Maybe in the we can fly by a living room
Or from Grub Hub but it ain't no pasta left
is where my distant cousins get shot to death
Plus I'm very broke, I ain't even got a buck for the ferry
If something dope throw it on periscope
A meerkat? Seen it. I ain't trying to hear
I'm planted in my because home is where it's weird at
Anything I want I locate with little to no
Through a vast of homies that work for post-rates
Hella spies still here, so watch me rotate
Outsiders for the says "sugar in traffic jams"
Device charged, in hand, I'm a handy-man
If you want to give me some come and visit me

[Hook 3: Open Mike
I ain't goin' out there, fam
I trust no one out there, fam
I don't even know out there, fam