Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

It's all bad now man, all bad
'cause done FUCKED up now
YEA! Ha ha, new shit,
I just want the whole world to
That I did not start this, but I will it

Comin' up, it never mattered color you was
If you could spit, you could spit
That's it, what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands like a man and you it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The only source of
When the mics to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a now just means you're a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers'
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my twice, I let it slide
I said I hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with and 50 too
spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more for street cred, them days is dead
got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his
That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of
On my pencil, for me to some shit this simple
So closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're forty's door down
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that always see me
On TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
He'll blow jack
You're better off to bring RSO back
Look at track record, that's how far it goes back
extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
They completely brainwashed him and him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would never said shit if you'da
Kept your shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I stooped to bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me