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 with niggaz man
None at all, man, no more, none of

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's
Us locking the game, word to hand on the lock men
Street gwop, eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, go no grams, we gon' beat box

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Cuban Link Chef spaghetti that's untied
Ragu whose tomatoes are sun dried
He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from 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 peep it
I observe MCs, regardless from a neighboring
is ten times the sharpness

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

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

Atoms being born, ending
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to convince the pack that it's a
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, locked in
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
Enough kicks, crown, buttoned down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking my mind, fall in line I spit mine
Still in my prime, shine 'til it quit time
If this is a crime, 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 'til my pack is done
Get a seed mad knowledge so they and run
Can't nobody with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head every I write

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