Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's
Us locking the game, to every hand on the lock men
gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, 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 You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out pocket

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let the wind and your mind flow free
conscious on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, to the source of which it came
Energy, see it forms

Atoms being born, never
On and on and on and travel me
Not to convince the pack that it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it
We have

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

Underneath white T lies the four pound
is forty-five minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent stepping in the
Get face 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 classic is the new
Spreading the across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of

Entertainment, nine swords swing
Check the techniques, first bow to The
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 printed the to do this shit
Moving the in the bricks
poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest I manifest my sick art

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

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

I'm a hustler, I 'til my pack is done
Get a seed mad so they crack and run
Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too
Smack niggas in they head time I write

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