Luyện nghe bài hát Syrup

[Verse 1: Aesop
The dishes are becoming self-aware
Even the roaches like "I raise my children here"
Simple syrup in his veins, dirty nails, brain
Eyes wide, spine like a saltlick a rain (pssss)
ASR Schroder split the with ghosts and bacterial cultures
Might track poltergeists through his Folgers, gross
Home is where the sojourn
Dead sea tub
Never mind his
Party at the penthouse carpeted in pet
full of black deli meat and dead air
Sill prefer it to the overbearing lens
And death stare Plinko and an at ego
System, over peace, love, and wisdom
shooting everything
Media's a show
Religion is a scapegoat for
no

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

[Verse 2: Homeboy
Sycophants is on the prowl so I don't to do laundry
I'll dry myself paper towels
Can't have a decent conversation with the butcher, baker, or candlestick
At least they smoking now
I still am not going to and ain't breaking out
It's such a boring
I found buoyancy in quarantine
Accommodations second
At it's an environment that I can regulate
I was Warren G
I got a fan and bucket full of ice
Fuck what's popping on the
I gotta sweep up poo
I waged a war the spiders and was left with the mosquitoes
But these blood leave a bump
Those suckers always want to free-load
Yo, who's that peeking in my key hole trying to keep it on the
Plain and simple, mine's my simple mind
So I'm all the windows and I'm shutting all the blinds

[Hook 2: Homeboy
I goin' out there, son
I trust no one out there, son
I even know what's out there, son
Son

[Verse 3: Open Eagle]
Yo, I got a big-ass TV and my house has of 'em
Some of y'all is cutting the cords or mad 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 happens throw it on
A meerkat? it. I ain't trying to hear that
I'm planted in my because home is where it's weird at
I want I locate with little to no wait
Through a network of homies that work for post-rates
Hella still sitting here, so watch me rotate
Outsiders for the prize "sugar in traffic jams"
charged, apps in hand, I'm a handy-man
If you want to give me some energy come and me

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