Luyện nghe bài hát Alina

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

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

Paper idiots, I saw 'em slime
And rootless wannabe's, I saw 'em, try to
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 track to all the people who gave me love
To mom, Z and God up above
Nasty, naughty and P dog for holding it
Brampton city, old school roots by tha

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

And for my I truly care
'Cause some of them I wouldn't be here
Be
And they all know how I

To ma mentor, and my idol, ma cousin Guido
I hope you got from suicide
Found a better I hope ya ass is getting well
Life is hard these days, yo, it hard to tell

Mr Chips and Coke and ma bro
A and B represented and a dream came for 4lyn
Kane, Dee and Chinah
Without you guys I'm nothing in 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 indeed
The dealers in H, C I T Y for selling mad weed
a fucking lot for being there 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 know how I

Now I take it way back, bust sum shots, to1
Salute to all ya
Who've been down with the fizzour 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 you know how we feel

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

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

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