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 world to know
That I did not this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it mattered what color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's it was
Back when, motherfuckers was backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, you last
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The only source of
When the mics used to mean something, a four was
You were the shit, now it's like the you get
Three and a half now just you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I even think you realize
You're playing with lives
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died tryin
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that give me that bullshit review
I sat and it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an page Made Men spread
Will somebody tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of
On my pencil, for me to some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't know me or my mother
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about,
Let's talk how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that always see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up
Three in the morning to see 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
We'll never or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no how many times I say his name
He'll blow jack
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 up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and Dave like a slave
They brainwashed him and forced him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never shit if you'da
Kept mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me