Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

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, ain't go no grams, we beat box

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

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I
When I drop it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't no batteries now, what?
The niggaz that'll 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 you, now it's time to murder the game
'Cuz if things change, you 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 water up until it to drop
Raining with the of puzzles
That was written in the year of the
raw than you could ever imagine

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

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

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

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

Let the track wind and your mind flow
Remain on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the of which it came
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 have

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

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

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

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

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

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
Moving the in the bricks
poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest when I manifest my art

Speaking my mind, fall in line 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, 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,
talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to

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

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