Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

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

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

Uhh, all you my little rapper babies
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me to these rapper, 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 just a classic
favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches they strategize
I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is
Ohh, we in the war, where keep 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 number one
Number one fly with your one kicks
When it's all done then your gon' switch

Hold up, wait a
Guess what I'ma do
Show so respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer
That could be the of you
let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never

stay professional
You always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a or two
I do I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be is a fuckin' lie
is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fucking caterpillar

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

You at Attila
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 silver-back

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

the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada and Queen Latifah
the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my

Kingpin and Penguin
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular I'd think I would help you
distinguish bomboclat from the cream of the crop
a minute

Hold up a flashcard
Damn dog, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is your
I to rehatch on you
back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and it
Smash it and 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 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 a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an ax to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
one,
but my pencils are twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em

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

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