Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

King Green]
This right for the number one
ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody sayin' that number one

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

1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter 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, degrading
My style got so many different
I switch into so many passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this just a classic waiting
favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating has-beens 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, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

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

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
Hold up, a minute
Guess I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the of you
Never let someone who's not as as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you don't want the best for you
completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do I let them do
Everything niggas 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

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

[Verse 3: & Royce Da 5'9]
You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a trouble 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 the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my are just moths
I see that thing squash it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm, pull 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 what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my
Kingpin and combined
like 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) Hold up like a
Damn dawg, is that or payin' homage?
It's sad dad taught 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 can't a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant 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 this
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a song
And can't a candle 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 pencils are twos
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them bowel movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause these always got my stools in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
Then I'm you!