Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

[Chorus: King
This right here for the one
Number ones with your number one
You ain't number one, 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 of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See there's a between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's
My style got so many facets
I into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be
My pen is like Big Ben, shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite come at me, I just decapitate him
I congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they
I Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

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

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

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

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

3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9]
You're looking at Atilla, the killer, the caterpillar
tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't half as ill
A still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually
Like Anderson Silva back when he his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a of skin
After he tried to plant the back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada and Queen Latifah
'Till the come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the language I speak is my
Kingpin and combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A thought I think of will 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 dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll to re-hatch on you
Come as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat 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 and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a
out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even whacks off
You need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!