Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, his fucking arm
You know how it go, up
Ain't playing no with these niggaz man
at all, man, no more, none of that

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, popping?
Us locking the game, word to every on the lock men
Street gwop, everybody eats, blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we beat box

Study like lessons, in the game biting the grain
You knowing where it came from, it
You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted
Watch Lex get dough out your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move I rhyme
When I drop lines it's law out in
Love ups, don't no batteries now, what?
The only niggaz that'll be us

Yo, throw me in Sin City, me with the vultures and bats
Then give me two weeks to like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the
if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

What am I supposed to say?
tell me what do I do
What am I supposed to say?

We keep it hot, keep the heat on the
We never stop, drawing up until it begin to drop
Raining the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the
More raw than you could imagine

How much of a great blessing to a rap
Where the is organically fed
From the witty, talent, natural game is lyrical
the picture, the portrait, the visual

A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's
Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun
He gave y'all niggaz whiplash bling bling
But my rhyme'll give you hot and mood swings

Math shed on divine secrets then science leaked it
For the lower creatures that can't peep it
I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring
Which is ten the sharpness

What am I supposed to say?
Somebody tell me do I do

Let the track and your mind flow free
conscious on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the source of it came
Energy, see it forms

Atoms born, never ending
On and on and on and travel me
Not trying to convince the pack it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I it, shitted it back
We agreed

feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
The brain something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
Enough kicks, fitted crown, down

Underneath white T lies the four pound
This is forty-five of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent in the zone
Get face blown

What am I to say? Yeah
Somebody me what do I do

Observe the word, I speak, it's the truth that's heard
True to the curb, Wu classic is the new
the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, no form of defense

Entertainment, nine swords swing
Check the techniques, bow to The Abbott
Witty, unpredictable, individual
Valid if it's actual, and it's natural

Game, rugged like the train, pump it in vein
I and I, ride or die, under the
W-U, the primary, secondary
Definitely not necessary, the

You printed the blueprints to do shit
Moving the youth in the
Spitting poison tipped darts that rip
Through the chest I manifest my sick art

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit
Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit
If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, slacking is asanine

Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm proof
In living proof, I'm the wittiest,
talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to

I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is
Get a seed mad knowledge so they and run
Can't nobody fuck me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head time I write

Yo, I'm from Park Hill where the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do they shopping
Go to fucked up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the but inside it's nothing but talent