Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

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

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
of them were cool and some were whack

Paper idiots, I saw 'em slime
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 what they knew how to rock it

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

And John, I ya ass could be here
'Cause without you, there's the same out here
People like you make this life worth and I love you for that
For looking me and watching ma back, peace

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

To ma mentor, and my idol, ma cousin Guido
I hope you got away from
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 came true for 4lyn
Kane, Dee and mean?
Without you guys I'm nothing in musical dream

Carolyn and ma girl Hard Knox for staying to the game
And suckers out da box
My sikk kids Greenspan in effect
Flow Rock and DMK, to me you 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 I truly care
'Cause without some of them I be here
Be
And they all know how I

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

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

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

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

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