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 just the whole world to know
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
That's it, 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
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was
The only of life
When the mics used to something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of
Four and a or five
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't think you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
'cause 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
I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that bitch me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
You'd probably try and us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No Source for street cred, them days is dead
got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
This old G's about to get like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You punk
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 of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some 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, you're too old
No wonder sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's down
Bitch is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know you'll always see me
On your TV, you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just know
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his
He'll blow jack
You're better off to bring RSO back
Look at track record, that's how far it goes back
extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from
and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely him and forced him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said if you'da
Kept your 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, is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me