Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is going out to all our out there
Who us to the next level, to da 4lyn level
And had our for mad years.
Now it's time for us to take it 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
Some of them were cool and some were

chasing idiots, I saw 'em slime
And wannabe's, I saw 'em, try to rhyme
I met people no backbone, try to dig in ma pocket
And I met people, no matter 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, naughty and P dog for holding it
city, old school roots by tha pound

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

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, and my idol, ma cousin Guido
I hope you got away suicide
Found a crib? I hope ya ass is getting well
is hard these 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?
you guys I'm nothing in this musical dream

Carolyn and ma girl Knox for staying true to the game
And knocking out da box
My sikk kids Greenspan in full
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 being when I needed you da most
Ronnie Brazko, and I'm ghost

And for my peeps I truly
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
to all ya guys
Who've been down with the lizzy n squizzad
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 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 in our hearts, what else can I say?

Yo, my G town
I feel ya, my love and inspiration from Brownstown,
All the clubs we've played in and we played with
Max and Dartman, the blue noise department

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