Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

(tyler)
in this fucking line at ralphs buying bars,
my members card and now this shit gon' have an extra charge,
this old bitch in front of me a color printer,
tv dinners, tampons, soy paint thinner,
(domo)
so i am, at the store for some chips,
that imma pay for with dimes, nickels, and 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,
drawing numbers, whatever, chain with a Jesus,
hey you, what the fuck you you doing?
(domo)
fuck you, im just eating ruffles,
got a lot of foo,
so why dont you fucking that stupid look on your face
(tyler)
make me shoot up this place, with lightsabers and guns,
and shoot caps at knee to make it harder to run,
and put your ankles in boards and pissy water for fun,
(domo)
nigga im a samurai, cut your ass in half,
look up at the after math some fucking hash and laugh
(tyler)
im a ninja and a jedi and im from comptom,
better pick a better option, these 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, bitch you aint compton,
ears you marry poppin with the piece that gil' was rocking,
i fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass,
ill hit you hookie like you skipping class, lee 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 alike to show you a with attitude,
(domo)
i heard about you from that other nigga earl,
how you tavel to and now it only likes gilrs,
ill you, into a fucking basket,
push you a old lady bagging plastic,
hope you get the message ill you into potholes,
and then fill you up with shells but used to eating tacos,
(tyler)
oh a taco joke, domo smoke i your album,
sound like some a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote,
im insulted shit, somebody grab the charmin,
nevermind these messages her nigga armin,
(domo)
swift maids, blades, made of thick incition in em',
red dot his forehead cuz into hinduism,
and hipsters who to be your listeners,
roll your booty hole alexis know the thruthie bro,
(tyler)
oh a lexus, i drive all around the wester himesphere
like all of ex's,
and bet this, im a motherfucking monster, fuck talk and ill stab you with this rocket launcher.
(domo)
I cock the beam back, im aiming for Supreme hats
go to hell i mean that burn you green backs
(tyler)
you don't mean that, you ill get your back and I'll snap it
And you with that fuckin leather jacket
fall, bitch give me
im takin all and fleein the scene on Rufus
my walrus, bitch, fuck you, im out
(domo)
im high as fuck and I didn't call for all
get on my zombie shit wait, here's my carcass