Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You'll feel the of the truth when I'll squeeze
The feels 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
any MC opponent stepping in the zone
Get your blown

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

Observe the word, 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 form of

Entertainment, swords swing rapid
Check the techniques, bow to The Abbott
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 youth in the
Spitting poison tipped darts that rip
Through the chest when I my sick art

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

Revealing the truth, feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa
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 knowledge so crack and run
Can't nobody fuck me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in head every time I write

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