Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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
and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the will not be televised

This right here for the one
Number ones here your number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

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 between us, what I spit hit
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, bit my shit and contracted rabies
you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different
I switch so many different passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'
My pen is Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their
These rappers only won their because they strategize
I bring to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the is firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

right here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get your one chic
Number one fly your number one kick
When it's all done then your gon' switch

up, wait a minute
Guess what never do? Show so much respect to you
That I like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
could be the death of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
Always professional, you always gon' make revenue
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 wanna do, they do I let them do
Everything these be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin' the
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin'

This right for the number one
Number ones here with number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get your one chic
Number one fly with your one kick
When it's all done then number gon' switch

You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
Especially when your rapper ain't even half as ill
A still,
the a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his 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 be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada and Queen Latifah
'Till the come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin
like it's King of the Dot
A thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is your grandfather, have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant 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 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 Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause these always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin a
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
Then I'm you!