Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

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

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

Kwa is chillin', is chillin'
more 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, trees in my khakis
My fat like 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 stay way
Wave running on beaches with white
With a 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 lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us we all united

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