Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's
Us the game, word to every hand on the lock men
Street gwop, eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we beat box

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

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

Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and
Then give me two weeks to like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we you, now it's 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
What am I supposed to say?

We keep it hot, keep the on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it to drop
Raining with the patchwork of
was written in the year of the dragon
More raw than you could imagine

How of a great blessing to a rap city
Where the is organically fed
From the witty, unpredictable talent, natural is lyrical
the picture, the portrait, the visual

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

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

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

Let the track wind and your flow free
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 to convince the pack that it's a fact
For those who adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We agreed

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

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

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

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

Entertainment, swords swing rapid
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, or die, under the name
W-U, the primary, secondary
Definitely not necessary, the

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

Speaking my mind, fall in when I spit mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine it quit time
If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, same 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 you ever listened to

I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my is done
Get a seed mad so they 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 Hill where the guns is popping
them little black kids do they grocery shopping
Go to school fucked up, Africa Island
We in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent