Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was backpackin'
Cipherin', for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might whoop ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands like a man and you it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of
When the mics used to something, a four was like
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I even think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers'
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 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 that 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
spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever 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 it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't 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
an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how 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 now, lordy you're 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 me out of Quotables
But you know that 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 last Aftermath, yea
So on of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just that
Benzino's wack, no matter how times I say his name
He'll blow jack
You're better off tryin to RSO back
Look at your record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from
Bullyin and Dave like a slave
They completely 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
Kept your shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Kid, you know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is
I believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me