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

Comin' up, it never mattered color you was
If you could spit, then you spit
That's it, that's it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The was like
The source of life
the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
Four and a or five
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't think you realize
playing with motherfuckers' lives
I done Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that bitch give me 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*, fuck a we through
No Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays'
Every issue there's an eight page Men spread
Will somebody tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of fuckin waste 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 like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I 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 puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're forty's door down
this is war now, and you'll never beat 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 last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
He'll never blow
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 staff up there is fresh out of jail from
and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said 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 this
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I stooped to this to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me