Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Royce Da
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and
If I didn't do this, where in the would you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering
I'm tryna be 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 rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I switch into so many passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper at me, I just decapitate him
I congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won 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, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

King Green]
This right here for the one
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number quit
Number one song, get your number one
Number one fly your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon'

2: Royce Da 5'9]
Hold up, wait a
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so respect to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death of you
let someone who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and you somethin' you never knew
Always 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 hold on to a or two
I do what I do, they do what I let them do
Everything these be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's I can say to you that is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

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

[Verse 3: Eminem & Da 5'9]
You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't half as ill
A savage still, the track's a peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is happenin'
Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
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 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 I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the
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, fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and combined
like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
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 back as black wasp, half jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this
It's a
out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even whacks off
You need to come to grips like a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
Number one, but my are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin another
Then I'm you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!