Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

[Chorus: King
This right for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one

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

[Verse 1: Royce Da
I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the would you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and life
Uhh, all you niggas my rapper babies
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's
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 at me, I just decapitate him
I hate these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they
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, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

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

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

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

3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9]
You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his in half
And then had the shit by a flap of skin
he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my are just moths
I see thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my
Kingpin and Penguin
Spit it's King of the Dot
A thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin'
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 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 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 a wack song
And hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
These are like my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!