Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

[Chorus: Green]
This right for the number one
ones here with your number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (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 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 come to mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little babies
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, degrading
My got so many different facets
I switch into so many passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a waiting
Your favorite rapper at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had highs
These rappers only won their because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my cry

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

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

[Verse 2: Royce Da
Hold up, wait a
Guess what never do? Show so much respect to you
That I 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 knew
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
Don't let next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let do
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's I can say to you that is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever the fuckin' caterpillar

[Chorus: Green]
This right for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they 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 3: Eminem & Da 5'9]
looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite ain't even half as ill
A still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little fathomin' this 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 copy me, but not
You be butterflies, my offsprings 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 off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
Damn dawg, is 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 black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
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 whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a
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 when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
These are like my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's
I'm flushin' you!