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 just want the whole to know
That I did not this, but I will finish it

up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, you could spit
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was backpackin'
Cipherin', for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype in The Source was like
The only of life
When the used to mean something, a four was like
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
Four and a or five
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I even think you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
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 I wouldn't hold 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 that bitch give me bullshit review
I sat and took it, I look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a we through
No more Source for street cred, days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men
Will somebody please tell braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get smoked rolled weed
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some that you don't know about, yea?
Let's about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed 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, kickin forty's door down
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up
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 whole staff, kiss our cracks
We'll never fold or back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
never blow jack
You're better off tryin to RSO back
at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And it's pitiful, I would have never said 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, is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me