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, word to every hand on the men
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep
This is a message, go no grams, we gon' beat box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Atoms being born, ending
On and on and on and with me
Not to convince the pack that it's 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 something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking my mind, fall in when I spit mine
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 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 motherfucker you listened to

I'm a hustler, I 'til my pack is done
Get a seed mad knowledge so crack and run
Can't fuck with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head every time I

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