Luyện nghe bài hát Stop The Press

Another one of long ass breaks. Damn, Brother Ali where the hell you been? What, you disappear?
the presses give me couple seconds
Let tell my friends whats up with big
New year new a new record
Made a few adjustments I want to it
In a of pain and sadness
wouldve guessed that a taste of success
Wouldve been the time I ever got depressed
I know Im blessed I just couldnt
In life all I ever how to do is fight
Scrapped on the fighting for the mic
Trying to build a life with an wife
Fighting for a bit of time in the light
Then I got a daughter a car and
No one left to with but myself
Gained a lot of weight thinking about my health
Maybe the Im making could help
I cant cause this albino shit
Told you I was legally thats legit
Ant
to have to scoop the kid
So I bought a a couple blocks from his
Thats the greatest friend I had
Like a brother to me a dad
Maybe making a record get me on track
Help fix whatevers with my head
I jumped in the basement at once
the album Us in a couple of months
But I lie to yall I felt lost
Energy I brought mightve a bit off
Couple great moments though of
Babygirl Love and The Travelers
I toured two off that album
Was on the ten months out of one of them
my BK
My life slash DJ
been with me since day one
Had a lot of hard had a lot of fun
Long story short he got of a wife
Catastrophe damn near her life
our wifeys out to Hawaii
These fuckers got on

He said "I need to to you Ali
This is what you born to do, but not me"
So after Soundset two and ten
Say to my Deejay but not my friend
My aint stop it just grew
rock(ed) the

Close enough to smell perfume
But it just aint the same dude
Couldnt me down no lord
on the planes and the busses and cars
Brought a young DJ the squad
Sucker on me cause I toured too hard Wahhhh
Then me and Ant had connecting
If I was here then he was there
Touring or with Atmosphere
What the hell's on with my career
Within a year my team
Got a call on the 4th of July
My dad died, he suicide
Shit should've there for him
Had to fly from Europe to bury him
Im sorry, I need a
Bismillah...)
Trying to hold this marriage
But me and my baby barely see each
Im in France with the fans taking
Shes with the kids making dinner doing
She aint got to worry me screwing other _______
But that aint enough to make a woman feel
If we dont to intersecting
We got no but grow in different directions -Damn
I got that call again
You the kind you never want to get
Mikeys mom get a hold of him
And him dead in his apartment
Just in tears
Probably wont get that in all my years
Ill remember
A day later a plane to

And the month changed my life
to God in the holy sites
Inklings I had all my
presented themselves in plain sight
Any doubts I had the mic
And whether or not what I write is
out of sight like the tears on the floor
Now Im going harder than I ever did
Got a couple of beat tapes

Genuine and his music is great

to hold my tour
Roll the I got something to say
So, Im gonna go this album. Let me start it off right though