Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

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

Nowadays rap artists half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or 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 building
And make
children through the wilderness, by the hand
It's a feeling, show 'em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my
My sound fat a Neve while you thin like a Mackie
C'mon, shine so bright I walk by
You got ta squint like the sun in your eye
What! Say somethin, you stay
It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game
Me and Tek way blunted
Wave running on beaches with sand
a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right
I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust you forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to
Yo, ain't no us when we all united

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