Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's
Us locking the game, to every hand on the lock men
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep
This is a message, go no grams, we gon' beat box

Study like lessons, niggaz in the biting the grain
You where it came from, stop it
You thought we coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out pocket

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

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

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

We keep it hot, keep the on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to
Raining the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the of the dragon
More raw you could ever imagine

How much of a great to a rap city
Where the youth is fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, game is lyrical
the picture, the portrait, the visual

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

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

What am I supposed to Yeah
Somebody me what do I do

Let the track wind and mind flow free
Remain conscious on this ride to ya ability
Infinity, to the source of which it came
Energy, see it changed

Atoms being born, never
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to convince the that it's a fact
For who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We have

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

Underneath your white T the four pound
is forty-five minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the
Get face blown

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

Observe the word, when I speak, it's the that's heard
True to the curb, Wu is the new birth
Spreading the blessing seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of

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

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

You printed the blueprints to do shit
Moving the in the bricks
Spitting tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the when 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

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

I'm a hustler, I 'til my pack is done
Get a mad knowledge so they crack and run
Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too
Smack niggas in they every time I write

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