Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it mattered what color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for life in raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
you hype, 'cause you last
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 of life
When the used 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
Four and a half or
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't think you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin already tryin
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
You'd probably try and us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell braids his head
I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get smoked like weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your
Sell-out mag, I mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you know about, yea?
Let's talk 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, you're too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know that always see me
On your TV, you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video 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, just know
Benzino's wack, no how many times I say his name
He'll blow jack
You're better off to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it back
It's extortion, and Ray a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from
Bullyin and bossin like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to
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 mouth shut, bitch, now
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
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 this to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me