Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you could spit, then you spit
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might whoop ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands like a man and you it
the Unsigned 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 a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't even you realize
You're with motherfuckers' lives
I watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin to get a five
I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that give me that bullshit review
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*, a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave head
issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever 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 rolled weed
You don't me or my motherfucking mother
You punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I 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 you're puttin own son out there
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door
Bitch this is war now, and never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that always see me
On TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the to see your 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
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 to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes
extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin like a slave
They brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Kid, you know 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