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

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

like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
You knowing where it from, stop it
You we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get dough out your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't move when I rhyme
When I drop it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't no batteries now, what?
The niggaz that'll glow'll be us

Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and
give me two weeks 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

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

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

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

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 and mood swings

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

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

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

Atoms being born, ending
On and on and on and with 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 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 your white T lies the four
This is forty-five of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent in the zone
Get your 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 rapid
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, ride or die, under the
W-U, the primary, secondary
Definitely not necessary, the

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

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

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

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

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