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 want the world 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 could
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was 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 whoop ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands like a man and you it
When the Unsigned Hype in The Source was like
The only of life
When the mics used to something, a four was like
You were the shit, now like 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 motherfuckers'
I done Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you me out of my mics 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 lie, I bet that's why
You let bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and us with Obie and 50 too
spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight Made Men spread
Will somebody tell whoever braids 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 break it down and
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
Sell-out mag, I mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out
To try to eat off him because you missed boat
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
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know that you'll 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 last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole
never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no how many times I say his name
He'll never blow
You're better off to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it 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 brainwashed him and him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would never said shit if you'da
your 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, this is
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me