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, heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, 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, niggaz in the game biting the
You knowing it came from, stop it
You thought we wasn't You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out your

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

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

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

We keep it hot, keep the on the block
We never stop, water up until it begin to drop
with the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the of the dragon
More raw than you 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 tomatoes are sun dried
He gave y'all niggaz from bling bling
But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and swings

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

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

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

Atoms born, never 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 when I'll squeeze
The brain feels pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down

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

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

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

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

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

You printed the blueprints to do this
the youth in the bricks
Spitting poison tipped that rip hearts
Through the chest when I manifest my art

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit
Still in my prime, still'll 'til it quit time
If this is a crime, me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, slacking is asanine

the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa
In living proof, I'm the wittiest,
Most rap motherfucker you ever listened to

I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is
Get a seed mad knowledge so crack and run
nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they every time I write

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