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 knit
You diggin', know the clock don't tickin'
Glocks spittin', the whole block politickin'
Like presidents they minds dead on arrival
Leaving no evidence of a for survival
Songs relevant to the times the psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who buddha
And see through the overspecialized,
No lie texturized, who got the masses mesmerized
With rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow that they like sentiments

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

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

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