Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

[Intro: Gil
You will not be to stay home, brotha
You will not be 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 revolution not be televised

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

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

[Verse 1: Royce Da
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, what I hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip
You number one it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
Don't you grade me to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I switch 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 come at me, I just him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had highs
These only won their matches because they strategize
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 dyin' (ahh)

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

[Verse 2: Royce Da
up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer
That could be the of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you you never knew
stay 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 I wanna do, they do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you praisin' the
Don't you ever disrespect the caterpillar

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

[Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da
You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
Especially your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a of skin
he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the of it off
So the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Latifah
the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin
like it's King of the Dot
A thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is your grandfather, have to re-hatch on you
Come back as wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp it
Smash it and on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm in like a tampon in this 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 hold a but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a
Number one, but my are number twos
'Cause all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I don't need to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!