Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

This one is going out to all our peeps out
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 and pay dues
And pay respect to all our families, friends and

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

Paper idiots, I saw 'em slime
And wannabe's, I saw 'em, try to rhyme
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 who gave me love
To mom, Z and God up above
Nasty, and P dog for holding it down
Brampton city, old roots by tha pound

And John, I wish ya ass be here
'Cause without you, there's the same out here
like you make this life worth 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 know how I

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

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

Carolyn and ma girl Hard for staying true to the game
And suckers out da box
My sikk kids in full effect
Flow and DMK, to me you guys are all of dat

Sir Mad, here comes indeed
The dealers in double H, C I T Y for selling mad
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 wouldn't be
Be
And they all know how I

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

To all our families for 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, 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 else can I

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

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