Luyện nghe bài hát Too Late

Yo, when the bass thump, the jump
Like it's way crunk,
Fake punks get face lumped
Sent to the high, by the most fit
You do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is knit
You diggin', the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin', the whole politickin'
Like presidents with they minds 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 head 'it's
It's the T to the the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who buddha
And see through the overspecialized,
No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses
With empty rhetoric, they better
Niggas so hollow that they like sentiments

Nowadays rap artists half-hearted
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
What can I say, we stay building
And make
Take children the wilderness, by the hand
It's a great feeling, 'em how to be a man
Exactly, trees in my khakis
My sound fat a Neve while you thin like 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 way blunted
running on beaches with white sand
With a tan
Smack the mic stand my right hand
When I'm
Leave you so far in the dust that you to bite it
On fire like property to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all

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