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 to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the will not be televised

[Chorus: King
right here for the number one
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar firing
Ohh, we in the war, where keep dyin' (ahh)

[Verse 1: Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the would you be at?
See a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip
You number one it come to slaughtering mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many facets
I switch into so different passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just him
I congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to patterns, and here's my battle cry

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

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

[Verse 2: Royce Da
up, wait a minute
Guess what never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no competitors
That could be the of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
Always professional, you always gon' 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 wanna do, they do what I let do
Everything these niggas be sayin' is a lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the caterpillar

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

[Verse 3: Eminem & Da 5'9]
looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the off of the wall
Set the off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the 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 speak is my
Kingpin and combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half jacket, you can't swat a
dancing 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 and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack
And can't hold a but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel
These beats are my saloons
'Cause these always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!