Luyện nghe bài hát Syrup

[Verse 1: Aesop
The dirty dishes are self-aware
Even the roaches like "I wouldn't my children here"
Simple syrup in his veins, dirty nails, lizard
Eyes wide, spine a saltlick a pissing rain (pssss)
ASR Schroder split the with ghosts and bacterial cultures
Might track prints through his Folgers, gross
is where the unholy sojourn
Dead sea tub
Never his welfare
at the penthouse carpeted in pet hair
Fridge full of black meat and dead air
Sill it to the overbearing lens flare
And death stare and an at risk ego
System, over peace, love, and wisdom
Police shooting
a fuck show
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 even what's out there, man
Man

[Verse 2: Sandman]
Sycophants is on the prowl so I don't need to do
I'll dry with paper towels
Can't a decent conversation with the butcher, baker, or candlestick maker
At least smoking vapor now
I still am not to vacate and ain't breaking out
such a boring scene
I found more buoyancy in
Accommodations rate
At least it's an environment that I can
I was Warren G
I got a fan and bucket of ice cubes
Fuck popping on the street
I gotta sweep up poo
I waged a war against the spiders and was left the mosquitoes
But these blood suckers a bump
blood suckers always want to free-load
Yo, who's peeking in my key hole trying to keep it on the d-low
Plain and simple, my favorite simple mind
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 even know what's out there, son
Son

[Verse 3: Open Mike
Yo, I got a big-ass TV and my house has of 'em
Some of y'all is 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 room
Or order from Grub Hub but it ain't no pasta
Outside is where my cousins get shot to death
Plus I'm very broke, I even got a buck for the ferry boat
If something dope throw it on periscope
A meerkat? Seen it. I ain't trying to that
I'm in my zone because home is where it's weird at
Anything I want I locate with little to no
Through a vast network of that work for post-rates
Hella spies still sitting here, so 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 energy come and visit me

[Hook 3: Open Eagle]
Because I goin' out there, fam
I trust no one out there, fam
I don't even what's out there, fam