Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

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

Aiyyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, 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, niggaz in the game biting the
You knowing where it from, stop it
You we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't move when I rhyme
When I lines it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't need no now, what?
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 like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now time to murder the game
'Cuz if things change, you know it ain't Wu

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

We keep it hot, keep the heat on the
We stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
Raining with the patchwork of
That was written in the 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, unpredictable talent, natural is lyrical
the picture, the portrait, the visual

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Observe the word, I speak, it's the truth that's heard
to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing seven continents
Arm of the trench, no form of defense

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

Game, rugged like the train, pump it in vein
I and I, ride or die, the name
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 I manifest my sick art

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

Revealing the truth, feelings, it's still the Wu
the booth, body 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 'til my pack is
Get a seed mad knowledge so they and run
Can't nobody fuck me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head every I write

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