Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, break his arm
You how it go, word 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, blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' box

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

Rhyme all 'pallegic nothing move when I rhyme
When I drop lines law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't need no 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 to bubble like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's to murder the game
'Cuz if things change, you know it against Wu

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

We keep it hot, the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up it begin to drop
Raining the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the
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, game is lyrical
Analyze the picture, the portrait, the

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

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

What am I to say? Yeah
Somebody tell me 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 pack it's 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 feels something pop, hip hop, in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
Enough kicks, fitted crown, down

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

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

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

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

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

You printed the to do this shit
the youth in the bricks
Spitting poison tipped darts that rip
the chest when I manifest my sick art

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

Revealing the truth, catching feelings, still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa
In proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable
Most talented rap 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 nobody fuck with me, I'm too nice
Smack niggas in they head every time I

Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do grocery shopping
Go to school fucked up, it's Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's but talent