Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

You will not be to stay home, brotha
You will not be to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be to lose yourself on
skag and skip out for during commercials
Because the revolution will not be

right here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one

Ring the alarm, the keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (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 lions and sip
You number one it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I switch into so many passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's 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 matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and 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, just one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Kid think number won't quit
one song, get your number one chic
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all done then your gon' switch

Hold up, wait a
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the of you
Never let someone who's not as as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
Don't let people to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

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

looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A still,
the track's a banana peel, at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble this is actually happenin'
Like Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that thing 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 and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I think I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you 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, 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 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 fact you're exact opposites, you 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 boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a
Number one, but my pencils are number
'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
These are like my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I Jerusalem
I'm to go spin a cocoon
Then I'm you from your mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!