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 to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
the revolution will not be televised

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

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

[Verse 1: Royce Da
I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You number one it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, degrading
My style got so different facets
I switch so many different passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I decapitate him
I congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to 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)

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

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no competitors
could be the death of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon' make
Don't let people next to you that don't the best for you
It's completely to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I do, they do what I let them do
Everything these 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: King
This here for the number one
Number ones here with number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one
Kid your number 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 & Royce Da
You're looking at Atilla, the killer, the caterpillar
tell me when I'm supposed 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 trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit by a flap of skin
After he to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the
Set the sprinklers off Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll 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
and Penguin combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a 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 trample it and 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
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son off
You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are twos
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel
beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my in 'em
And I don't 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 womb
I'm flushin' you!