Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you could spit, you could spit
That's it, that's it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
you hype, 'cause you last
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands like a man and you it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was
The only of life
When the mics to mean something, a four was like
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a or five
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even think you
You're 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, fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit
I sat and it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for street cred, days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays'
Every issue there's an page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit simple
So closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You wanna talk about shit that you don't know about, yea?
talk about how you're 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 you're sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's down
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know you'll always see me
On your TV, you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see video played once 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
wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll never blow
You're off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at track 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 Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
They 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 never said shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me