Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could
That's it, that's 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 some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The source of life
When the used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now like the least you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
Four and a or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I even think you realize
You're with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The
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 to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
You'd try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, a relationship we through
No more Source for 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
I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's to get smoked 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 mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about,
Let's talk about how you're puttin own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your
You're gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never 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 morning to see your video played on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole
We'll never fold or hold back, just that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
never blow jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO
Look at your track record, that's how far it back
It's extortion, and Ray a portion
So half of the up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin like a slave
completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'da
your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me