Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it never mattered color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
That's it, what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might whoop ass
If you lost, then you
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of
When the used to mean something, a four was like
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a of shit
Four and a half or
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even you realize
playing with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it
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 that bitch give me 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 Source for street cred, them days is
got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every issue an eight page Made Men spread
Will please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get like rolled weed
You don't know me or my mother
You punk
Put me on fuckin cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some that you don't know about, yea?
talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your
You're never gonna blow, bitch, just too old
No wonder you're now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
Bitch is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up
Three in the to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his
He'll never jack
better off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes
extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
They brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta 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 know to do with this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I can't believe I to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me