Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, his fucking arm
You know how it go, up
playing no games with these niggaz man
None at all, man, no more, none of

Aiyyo, out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to every hand on the 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 where it came from, it
You thought we wasn't You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out your

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 only that'll glow'll be us

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

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

We keep it hot, keep the heat on the
We never stop, drawing up until it begin 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 great blessing to a rap
Where the youth is fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, game is lyrical
the picture, the portrait, the visual

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

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

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

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

being born, never ending
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to convince the pack that a fact
For those who adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We agreed

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

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

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
the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no of defense

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

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

You the blueprints to do this shit
the youth in the bricks
Spitting poison darts that rip hearts
Through the chest when I manifest my art

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

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

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

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