Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

[Intro: Gil
You will not be able to stay home,
You not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for during commercials
Because the revolution not be televised

King Green]
This right here for the one
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one

Royce Da 5'9]
Ring the alarm, the keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

[Verse 1: Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If I do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter
Uhh, all you niggas my rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and rabies
Don't you grade me to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I switch so many different passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic
Your favorite rapper come at me, I decapitate him
I hate these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because strategize
I bring Attica to patterns, and here's my battle cry

Royce Da 5'9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

King Green]
This right here for the one
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody that they number one
Kid think your number won't
one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your one kick
When all done then your number gon' switch

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
up, wait a minute
Guess what never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death of you
let someone who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you knew
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the for you
It's completely normal to on to a regret or two
I do what I do, they do what I let them do
Everything these be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you praisin' the
Don't you disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

[Chorus: King
This right for the number one
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get your one chick
one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon'

3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9]
You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, at a silver-back gorilla
havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he his shin in half
And then had the hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are moths
I see that thing squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say what I think I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and combined
Spit like King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the of the crop
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin'
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll to re-hatch on you
Come back as wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a in this bitch
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are twos
'Cause all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel
These are like my saloons
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!