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

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

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

I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and life
Uhh, all you my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, bit my shit and contracted rabies
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 class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper at me, I just decapitate him
I hate these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers won their matches because they strategize
I bring to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

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

This here for the number one
Number ones here with number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one
Kid your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one
Number one fly with number one kick
When it's all done then your number switch

Hold up, a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so respect to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death of you
Never let someone not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
let people next to you that don't want 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
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's I can say to you that is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

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

You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your 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 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 to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off 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 I talk
And the I speak is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or 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 jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp 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 can't be no Rap
In fact exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even whacks off
You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my
On the john a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin a
Then I'm cuttin' you your mother's womb
I'm flushin' you!