Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

Yo, when the bass thump, the place
it's way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they lumped
Sent to the high, by the most fit
You gotta do, fuck that shit
The fam is close
You diggin', the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks spittin', the whole block politickin'
Like presidents with minds dead on arrival
Leaving no evidence of a struggle for
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms in the Bible
to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the rooter
Rolling my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
And see the overspecialized, underpressurized
No lie texturized, who got the masses mesmerized
With empty rhetoric, they better
Niggas so that they echo like sentiments

Nowadays rap artists coming
Commercial like pop, or underground like markets
were you the day hip-hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to

Kwa is chillin', Tone is
more can I say, we stay building
And make
Take through the wilderness, by the hand
It's a great feeling, 'em how to be a man
Exactly, trees in my khakis
My fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackie
C'mon, so bright when I walk by
You got ta squint like the sun in your eye
What! Say somethin, you frontin
It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big hunting
Me and Tek stay way
running on beaches with white sand
With a tan
Smack the mic stand with my right
I'm excited
Leave you so far in the that you forced to bite it
On fire like lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all

Nowadays rap coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or underground like black
were you the day hip-hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too to ride?