Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is going out to all our peeps out
Who brought us to the level, to da 4lyn level
And had our for mad years.
Now it's 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 debut 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 some whack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 whole noise department

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