Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

Yo, when the bass thump, the place
it's way crunk, yeah
Fake get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the fit
You gotta do, that almost shit
The fam is knit
You diggin', know the clock stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin', the whole block
Like presidents with minds dead on arrival
no evidence of a struggle for survival
Songs to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the the deep rooter
Rolling with my battle cats who chief buddha
And see through the overspecialized,
No lie texturized, emcees who got the mesmerized
empty rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow they echo like sentiments

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

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

rap artists coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or like black markets
Where you the day hip-hop died?
Is it too early to Is it too late to ride?