Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

You will not be able to home, brotha
You will not be able to in, turn on and cop out
You not be able to lose yourself on
skag and out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution not be televised

right here for the number ones
Number here with your number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar firing
Ohh, we in the war, where keep dyin' (ahh)

I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and life

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I switch into so many different
I'm class to be fascinatin'

My pen is like Big Ben, this just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their
These rappers only won their matches because they
I bring to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

This right here for the ones
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now sayin' that they number one
Here your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done your number gon' switch

Hold up, a minute
Guess I'ma never do
Show so much to you
That I feel we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as as you gas you up
And you somethin' you never knew

Always professional
You always make revenue
Don't let next to you that don't want the best for you
It's normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I to do, they do what I let them do
Everything be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you raisin' the
Don't you ever the fucking caterpillar

This right here for the number
Number ones here your number one
You number one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one,
Number one soul, get number one chip
Number one fly your number one kicks
When it's all done then your gon' switch

You looking at
The psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until
Especially your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A still,
the track's a banana peel, attack at a gorilla

You're havin' a little fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then
had the shit hangin' by a flap of after
he to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies
My offsprings are just
I see that thing I'ma it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm,

pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the off
Like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof shatter the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say what I think I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind

Kingpin and combined
Spit like King of the Dot
A singular I'd think I would help you
distinguish your bomboclat the cream of the crop
Wait a

up like a flashcard
Damn dog, is copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is grandfather
I to rehatch on you
Come back as wasp
yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and it
Smash it and on it
Dammit, I can't 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 you're exact
You make a song, and can't hold a candle
But Daniel-san whacks off

You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The boom bap is back with an ax to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
one,
but my pencils are number twos that's all I dos with 'em

Poop is my and I'm
On the john like a when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
These beats are my saloon
'cause bars always got my stools in 'em

And I don't need to loosen them
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go another cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb I'm flushin' you.