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, none of

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

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

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

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

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

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

How much of a blessing to a rap city
Where the is organically fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural game is
Analyze the picture, the portrait, the

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

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

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

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

Atoms born, never ending
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to convince the that it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I it, shitted it back
We agreed

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

Underneath your white T lies the four
This is minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the
Get face blown

am I supposed 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 seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of

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

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

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

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit
Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit
If is a crime, find 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, armored, I'm killa proof
In proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable
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 nobody fuck with me, I'm just too
niggas in they head every time I write

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