Luyện nghe bài hát Syrup

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

[Hook 1: Rock]
I going out there, man
I don't no one out there, man
You don't know what's out there, man
Man

2: Homeboy Sandman]
Sycophants is on the prowl so I need to do laundry
I'll dry myself with paper
Can't a decent conversation with the butcher, baker, or candlestick maker
At least smoking vapor now
I am not going to vacate and ain't breaking out
It's such a scene
I found more buoyancy in
Accommodations second
At least it's an environment that I can
I was Warren G
I got a fan and bucket full of ice
Fuck popping on the street
I sweep up mice poo
I waged a war the spiders and was left with the mosquitoes
But these blood leave a bump
Those blood suckers always to free-load
Yo, who's that peeking in my key hole to keep it on the d-low
Plain and simple, mine's my favorite simple
So I'm closing all the windows and I'm shutting all the

2: Homeboy Sandman]
I goin' out there, son
I trust no one out there, son
I don't know what's out there, son
Son

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

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