Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

(tyler)
in this fucking line at ralphs granola bars,
left my members card and now this gon' have an extra charge,
old bitch in front of me buying a color printer,
tv dinners, tampons, soy milk thinner,
(domo)
so here i am, at the store for chips,
that imma pay for dimes, nickels, and quaters and shit,
and im still high so, im to dip,
but imma cut through the line, to get out of bitch
(tyler)
what the fuck, who the this gay nigga in fake gucci,
drawing numbers, whatever, wood with a Jesus,
hey you, what the fuck you you doing?
(domo)
nigga you, im just eating ruffles,
got a lot of foo,
so why you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
(tyler)
dont make me shoot up this place, with and guns,
and caps at knee caps to make it harder to run,
and put your ankles in boards and pissy water for fun,
(domo)
nigga im a samurai, cut skinny ass in half,
look up at the after math some fucking hash and laugh
(tyler)
im a fucking and a jedi and im from comptom,
better pick a better option, 'for these nikes get to
chomping at oxygen chord you fat fake kennan thompson,
like a cherry faggot we can get it poppin'
(domo)
i bet you lock and drop it faggot, you aint from compton,
dumbo ears you marry poppin with the piece gil' was rocking,
i will fucking beat your ass, box logos the glass,
ill hit you hookie you skipping class, lee would get the math,
(tyler)
oh really? youre silly, tip drills to nilly,
get them ruffles no (?) cuz kiara kill me,
im grabbing 2 kitchen knives and this ice cube look alike to show you a nigga with attitude,
(domo)
i heard about you from that other nigga earl,
how you tavel to and now it only likes gilrs,
ill roundhouse you, into a basket,
push you into a old lady plastic,
hope you get the ill stomp you into potholes,
and then fill you up with but your used to eating tacos,
(tyler)
oh a taco joke, domo i heard your album,
sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa wrote,
im insulted shit, somebody grab the charmin,
nevermind these messages monica her armin,
(domo)
swift maids, switch blades, made of thick in em',
red dot his forehead cuz into hinduism,
and who happen to be your listeners,
doobies roll booty hole alexis know the thruthie bro,
(tyler)
oh a lexus, i drive all that around the wester
like all of ex's,
and bet this, im a motherfucking monster, fuck talk and ill stab you with this rocket launcher.
(domo)
when I cock the back, im aiming for Supreme hats
go to hell i mean that burn you like backs
(tyler)
you don't that, you faggot ill get your back and I'll snap it
And you with that fuckin leather jacket
fall, bitch give me
im takin all this and fleein the scene on
my evil walrus, bitch, you, im out
(domo)
im high as fuck and I didn't for all this
imma get on my shit wait, here's my carcass