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

up, it never 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', fightin' for 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
hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype in The Source was like
The source of life
When the used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a half now just means a piece of shit
Four and a or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't even you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit
I sat and took it, I ain't at the shit, we knew
You'd try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You punk
Put me on your cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
an ad, here's a poster 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 your own son out
To try to eat off him you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy bored now
I'm pushing thirty, kickin forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know you'll always see me
On your TV, 'cause 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 behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole
We'll never or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
He'll 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 out of jail from Boston
and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would never said shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Kid, you know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I can't believe I to this bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me