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
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
it, that's what it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands like a man and you it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was
You were the shit, now like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a of shit
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't think you realize
You're playing with lives
I watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a
Shit I was right, I'da 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 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, them days is
Ray's got AK's to Dave head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men
Will somebody please tell braids his head
That I am not of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to your little
Sell-out mag, I mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You wanna talk some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him you missed your boat
You're never blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
Bitch this is war now, and never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know you'll 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
never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
never blow jack
You're off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray a portion
So half of the up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never shit if you'da
your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me