Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is out to all our peeps out there
Who brought us to the next level, to da level
And had our for mad years.
Now it's time for us to it back and pay dues
And pay to all our families, friends and fans

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

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

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

And John, I wish ya ass could be
'Cause you, there's nothing the same out here
People like you make 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 how I feel

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

Mr Chips and 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 musical dream

Carolyn and ma Hard Knox for staying true to the game
And knocking out da box
My sikk kids Greenspan in effect
Flow Rock and DMK, to me you 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
Brazko, 4lyn and I'm ghost

And for my I truly care
'Cause without some of 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 lizzy n
Check out

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

Ali, Sir Kellner, Olb, and Nela King
For letting us do what we want in our own
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 we've played in and bands we played with
Max and Dartman, the whole blue department

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