Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

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

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

Kwa is chillin', is chillin'
What can I say, we stay building
And killings
children through the wilderness, by the hand
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, 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 game
Me and Tek stay way
Wave running on beaches with white
With a tan
Smack the mic with my right hand
I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust you forced to bite it
On like property lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us we all united

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