Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

Yo, the bass thump, the place jump
Like way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they lumped
Sent to the most high, by the fit
You do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is knit
You diggin', the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin', the block politickin'
Like presidents with they minds dead on
Leaving no evidence of a for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the
Stepping to this thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep
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
so hollow that they echo like sentiments

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

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

Nowadays rap artists half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or like black markets
Where were you the day died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to