Luyện nghe bài hát Windmill

(Make me yours)
He get out of line, his fucking 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, crazy heavy, popping?
Us locking the game, to every hand on the lock men
gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

being born, never ending
On and on and on and travel 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 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 T lies the four pound
This is minutes of menacing
Dismantling any MC opponent in the zone
Get face blown

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

Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth that's
True to the curb, Wu is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven
Arm of the trench, there's no form of

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

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

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

Speaking my mind, fall in when I spit mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine it quit time
If is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid rhymes, same slacking 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 rap motherfucker you ever listened to

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

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