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 want the whole world to know
I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it mattered what color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
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
the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The only of life
the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a now just means you're a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even think you
You're with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The
'cause 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
I was right, I'da fuckin died 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 ain't at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, a relationship we through
No Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his
That I am not afraid of this waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
This old G's about to get like 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 mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're your own son out there
To try to eat off him you missed your boat
never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll 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 laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just that
wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll never blow
You're better off tryin to bring RSO
Look at your track record, how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
They completely brainwashed him and him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never 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, is stupid
I believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me