Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

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

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

Kwa is chillin', Tone is
more can I say, we stay building
And killings
Take children 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 when I 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 way blunted
Wave running on beaches with sand
With a tan
Smack the mic stand my right hand
I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust you forced to bite it
On fire like property to riots
Yo, ain't no us when we all united

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