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

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you could spit, you could spit
it, that's what it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The only of life
When the mics used to something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's 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 even think you realize
You're playing with lives
I watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause 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
I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me bullshit review
I sat and it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for street cred, them is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight 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 shit this simple
So closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin just to sell your little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about 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 your
never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, kickin 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, 'cause you've got to up 'til
Three in the morning to see your played 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 back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no how many times I say his name
He'll never jack
You're better off tryin to RSO back
Look at your track record, how far it goes 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
completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have said shit if you'da
Kept mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you what to do with this
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