Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is going out to all our out there
Who brought us to the level, to da 4lyn level
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 on the mic everyday, see where I am now?
Got a heavy out now, pow
It's a long time, like Rakim said way back.
And I met a lot of
Some of them were cool and some were

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

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

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

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, teacher and my idol, ma cousin
I you got away from suicide
Found a better crib? I hope ya ass is getting
Life is hard these days, yo, it hard to tell

Mr and Coke and ma bro harmful
A and B and a dream came true for 4lyn
Kane, Dee and mean?
Without you I'm nothing in this musical dream

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

Sir Mad, here comes indeed
The in double H, C I T Y for selling mad weed
Thanks a fucking lot for being when I needed you da most
Ronnie Brazko, and I'm ghost

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

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

To all our families for behind us
For all ya love, and all of ya trust, come on
Miss Wicked, Dominic, La
For real you how we feel

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

Yo, my G homies
I feel ya, my and inspiration from 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 rock and roll and we know that you like it