Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9]
You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in
And then had the shit hangin' by a of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen
'Till the shingles come off the roof shout at the ceiling
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of help you distinguish apart
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin'
sad because 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
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 goin' in like a tampon in bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The boom bap is coming with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's
I'm flushin' you!