Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

[Intro: Gil
You will not be to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, 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: King
This right here for the one
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one

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

1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat 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
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and rabies
Don't you grade me next to rappers, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be
My pen is like Big Ben, shit's just a classic waiting
Your rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they
I bring Attica to these patterns, and my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da
the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

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

2: Royce Da 5'9]
Hold up, wait a
Guess I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no competitors
That could be the of you
Never let someone who's not as as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you knew
Always stay professional, you always gon' make
Don't let people to you that don't want the best for you
completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let do
Everything these niggas be is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin'

King Green]
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
Kid your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one
Number one fly with your one kick
When it's all then your number gon' switch

[Verse 3: Eminem & 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 rapper ain't half as ill
A still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of
he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see thing 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 Queen
'Till the shingles come off the roof shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit like King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
back as black 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 can't it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are twos
'Cause all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
beats are like my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!