Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

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