Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, break his arm
You know how it go, up
Ain't playing no games with 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
This is a message, go no grams, we gon' beat box

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

Rhyme all can't nothing move when I rhyme
When I drop lines 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, me with the vultures and bats
give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to the game
'Cuz if things change, you know it against Wu

What am I to say? Yeah
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 up until it begin to drop
with the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the
More raw than you could ever

How much of a great blessing to a rap
Where the youth is 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 y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and swings

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

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

Let the track wind and your mind flow
Remain conscious on this ride to ya ability
Infinity, back to the source of it came
Energy, see it changed

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

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

Underneath your white T lies the pound
This is minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC stepping in the zone
Get your blown

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

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

Entertainment, nine swing rapid
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, secondary
not necessary, the legendary

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

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

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

I'm a hustler, I grind my pack is done
Get a mad knowledge so they crack and run
nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head time I write

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