Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is out to all our peeps out there
Who brought us to the level, to da 4lyn level
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, 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, like Rakim way back.
And I met a lot of
of them were cool and some were whack

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

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

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

And for my peeps I 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 away suicide
Found a better I hope ya ass is getting well
Life is hard these days, yo, it hard to tell

Mr Chips and and ma bro harmful
A and B represented and a dream true for 4lyn
Kane, Dee and Chinah
Without you guys I'm nothing in this dream

and ma girl Hard Knox for staying true to the game
And suckers out da box
My kids Greenspan in full effect
Flow 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 being there when I 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 all know 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
Check out

To all our families for sticking 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, Thorsten and King
For us do what we want in our own swing
To Bartek, and crew and Mer le
down in our hearts, what else can I say?

Yo, my G town
I feel ya, my love and inspiration Brownstown, Samira
All the clubs played in and bands we played with
Max and Dartman, the whole blue noise

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