Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

King Green]
This right for the number one
Number ones with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If I do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip
You number one when it 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 rabies
you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I into so many different passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this just a classic waiting
Your rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their
These rappers only won their matches because strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my cry

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

King Green]
This right here for the 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 your one kick
When it's all done then 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 like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you knew
Always professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that want the best for you
It's completely to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do I let them do
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

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

[Verse 3: Eminem & Da 5'9]
You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is happenin'
Like Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my are just moths
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 Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and combined
Spit like King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will you distinguish apart
The from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll to re-hatch on you
Come back as wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and 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
It's a
out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son off
You jack-offs need to to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my are number twos
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
beats are like my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!