Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is going out to all our out there
Who brought us to the next level, to da 4lyn
And had our for mad years.
Now time for us to take it back and pay dues
And pay respect to all our families, and fans

You saw me tripping on the mic everyday, see where I am
Got a heavy out now, pow
It's been a time, like Rakim said way back.
And I met a lot of
Some of them were cool and were whack

Paper idiots, I saw 'em slime
And rootless wannabe's, I saw 'em, try to
I met people no backbone, try to dig in ma pocket
And I met people, no what they knew how to rock it

I dedicate this to all the people who gave me love
To mom, Z and God up above
Nasty, naughty and P dog for holding it
Brampton city, old school by tha pound

And John, I wish ya ass be here
without you, there's nothing the same out here
People like you make this life worth living and I love you for
For looking me and watching ma back, peace

And for my peeps I truly
'Cause without of them I wouldn't be here
Be
And they all know how I

To ma mentor, and my idol, ma cousin Guido
I hope you got away suicide
Found a better crib? I hope ya ass is getting
Life is these days, yo, it ain't hard to tell

Mr Chips and and ma bro harmful
A and B represented and a came true for 4lyn
Kane, Dee and Chinah
Without you guys I'm nothing in this dream

Carolyn and ma girl Hard for staying true to the game
And knocking out da box
My kids Greenspan in full effect
Rock and DMK, to me you guys are all of dat

Sir Mad, comes trouble indeed
The dealers in double H, C I T Y for mad weed
Thanks a fucking lot for there when I needed you da most
Ronnie Brazko, 4lyn and I'm

And for my peeps I truly
'Cause some of them I wouldn't be here
Be
And they all know how I

Now I take it way back, sum shots, to1 rhyme
Salute to all ya
Who've been down the fizzour lizzy n squizzad
this out

To all our families for sticking us
For all ya love, time and all of ya trust, on
Miss Wicked, Dominic, La
For real you know how we

Ali, Sir Kellner, Olb, Thorsten and Nela
For letting us do what we in our own swing
To Bartek, Boone and and Mer le
Deep down in our hearts, what can I say?

Yo, my G homies
I feel ya, my love and inspiration Brownstown, Samira
All the clubs we've played in and we played with
Max and Dartman, the blue noise department

And to Millie and Thomas
It's only and roll and we know that you like it