Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

[Chorus: Green]
This right here for the one
Number ones here with your one
You ain't number one, just 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 of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip
You number one when it come to 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 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 Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these who had their highs
These rappers won their matches because they strategize
I Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

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

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

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
Hold up, wait a
Guess I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel we're 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 tell you you never knew
Always professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't 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 these be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever the fuckin' caterpillar

King Green]
This 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 think number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one
one fly with your number one kick
When all done then your number gon' switch

3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9]
You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me 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 when he snapped his shin in half
And had the shit 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 copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my are just moths
I see that I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and 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 is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will 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 you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you swat a
dancing 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
a manslaughter
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 need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my
On the john like a prostitute when I'm a deuce
And I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my
these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin another cocoon
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!