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 take it back and pay
And pay to all our families, friends and fans

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

chasing 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 matter what they how to rock 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 you, there's nothing the same out here
People like you make this worth living and I love you for that
For looking me and watching ma back, peace

And for my I truly care
'Cause without some of them I be here
Be
And all know how I feel

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

Mr and Coke 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 musical

Carolyn and ma girl Hard Knox for staying to the game
And suckers out da box
My sikk kids 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
Brazko, 4lyn and I'm ghost

And for my peeps I care
without 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 with the fizzour lizzy n squizzad
this out

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

Ali, Sir Kellner, Olb, Thorsten and 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 clubs played in and bands we played with
Max and Dartman, the blue noise department

And to and Thomas Cornerbreak
It's only rock and roll and we that you like it