Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

You will not be able to 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 revolution will not be

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

the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

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 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 number one in my son and life
Uhh, all you niggas my rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
Don't you grade me to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I switch into so many different
I'm skippin' class to be
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic
Your rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their
These rappers won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my cry

the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

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

Hold up, wait a
what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer
could be the death of you
Never let someone not as smart as you
Gas you up and you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the for you
It's normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I do, they do what I let them do
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
Remember when you praisin' the
Don't you ever disrespect the caterpillar

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

looking 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 track's a banana peel, attack at a gorilla
havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a of skin
After he tried to plant the shit on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are 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 off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the I speak is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you swat a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in a tampon in this bitch
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to 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 a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them bowel movements
These beats are like my
'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
I'm flushin' you!