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 whole world to
That I did not start this, but I finish it

Comin' up, it never what color you was
If you could spit, then you 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, you last
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was
You were the shit, now it's like the you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of
Four and a half or
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
I don't even think you realize
You're 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 wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a
Shit I was right, I'da died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that bitch me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for street cred, them is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every issue an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please whoever braids his head
I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write shit this simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
old G's about 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 little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna about 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 missed boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door
Bitch this is war now, and you'll beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you that you'll always see me
On TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
in the morning to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, our asshole cracks
We'll never or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how times I say his name
He'll never jack
You're better off tryin to 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 from
Bullyin and bossin Dave a slave
They completely brainwashed him and him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me