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

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

Study like lessons, niggaz in the game the grain
You knowing where it from, stop it
You thought we coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get dough out your pocket

Rhyme all 'pallegic can't nothing move when I
When I drop lines it's law out in
Love ups, don't no batteries now, what?
The only 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 it's time to murder the
'Cuz if change, you know it ain't against Wu

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

We it hot, keep the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up it begin to drop
Raining with the patchwork of
That was in the year 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, game is lyrical
Analyze the picture, the portrait, the

A Cuban Link cooks spaghetti that's untied
nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried
He gave y'all niggaz from bling bling
But my give you hot flash 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 from a world
Which is ten the sharpness

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

Let the track wind and your flow free
conscious on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the of which it came
Energy, see it changed

Atoms being born, ending
On and on and on and with me
Not trying to convince the pack that it's a
For who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We have

You'll feel the impact of the truth I'll squeeze
The brain feels pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry,
Enough kicks, 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 tell me do I do

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

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

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

You printed the to do this shit
Moving the youth in the
Spitting poison tipped that rip hearts
the chest when I manifest my sick art

Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit
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, catching feelings, it's the Wu
the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof
In living proof, I'm the wittiest,
talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to

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

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