Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

[Intro: Gil
You will not be able to stay home,
You will not be able to plug in, 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

[Chorus: Green]
This here for the number one
Number ones here with number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one

[Post-Chorus: Da 5'9]
the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtering 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 and contracted rabies
Don't you me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different
I into so many different passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had highs
These only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

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

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

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

[Verse 3: & Royce Da 5'9]
looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your rapper ain't even half as ill
A still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in
And then had the hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit 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 I'ma it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the
Set the sprinklers off like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I of will help you distinguish apart
The from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is your grandfather, have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't a
dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in bitch
It's a
out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a song
And can't hold a candle but Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number
'Cause that's all I dos 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical movements
These are like my saloons
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's
Then I'm you!