Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

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

Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the
You knowing it came from, stop it
You thought we wasn't You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that out your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic nothing move when I rhyme
When I lines it's law out in Egypt
ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
The only niggaz glow'll be us

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

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

We it hot, keep the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it to drop
Raining with the patchwork of
was written in the year of the dragon
More raw than you ever imagine

How much of a blessing to a rap city
the youth is organically fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural is lyrical
the picture, the portrait, the visual

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

Math shed on divine secrets then science leaked it
For the lower level creatures that peep it
I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring
Which is ten the sharpness

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

Let the wind and your mind flow free
Remain conscious on ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the source of which it
Energy, see it forms

Atoms being born, ending
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to convince the pack that a fact
For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it
We agreed

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

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

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

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

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

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 the blueprints to do this shit
Moving the youth in the
Spitting poison tipped that rip hearts
the chest when I manifest my sick art

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

Revealing the truth, feelings, it's still the Wu
the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof
In proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable
Most talented rap motherfucker you ever to

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

Yo, I'm straight 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 bricks but inside it's nothing but