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

Comin' up, it never mattered what 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 and you gasped
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype 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 like the you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't think you realize
You're with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it
I said I wouldn't my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da 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 look at the shit, we
You'd probably try and fuck us with and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a we through
No more Source for cred, them days is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of fuckin waste 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 like rolled
You don't me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking
Put me on fuckin cover just to sell 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 some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your
You're never gonna blow, bitch, just too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, kickin forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you that you'll always see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to up 'til
Three in the morning to see 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, know that
wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll never blow
You're better off tryin to 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 fresh out of jail Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would never said shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
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 to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me