Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, his fucking arm
You know how it go, up
Ain't playing no games these niggaz man
None at all, man, no more, of that

Aiyyo, out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to hand on the lock men
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep
is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box

Study like lessons, niggaz in the biting the grain
You knowing where it came from, it
You thought we wasn't 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
Love ups, don't need no now, what?
The only that'll glow'll be us

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

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

We keep it hot, keep the heat on the
We stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
Raining the patchwork of puzzles
That was in the year of the dragon
More raw than you could imagine

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

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

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

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

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

being born, never ending
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to the pack that 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 something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit
If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid rhymes, same slacking is asanine

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

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

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