Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

It's all bad now man, all bad
'cause y'all FUCKED up now
YEA! Ha ha, new shit,
I want 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 could
That's it, what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of
Four and a or five
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even you realize
playing 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 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 me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, a relationship we through
No more Source for cred, them days 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 simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get smoked like weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to your little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel 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 you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, just too old
No you're sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that always see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to 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 behalf of our staff, kiss our asshole cracks
never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his
He'll never blow
better off tryin 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 out of jail from Boston
and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said if you'da
your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with
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