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 want the whole world to know
I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never what color you was
If you could spit, then you could
That's it, that's it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for life in raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
you hype, 'cause you last
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
I don't even think you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The
'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it
I I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath 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 give me that review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave head
Every issue there's an page Made Men spread
Will somebody please whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You punk
Put me on your fuckin cover to sell your little
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 about how puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're never blow, bitch, you're just 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 never me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know that always see me
On TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video played on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no how many times 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 goes
extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail Boston
Bullyin and Dave like a slave
They completely him and forced him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept your shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me