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
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
That's it, that's it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned 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 half now means you're a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't even you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I watched Dre get fucked 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 my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
You'd probably try and fuck us Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for street cred, them is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his
That I am not of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
This old G's to get smoked like rolled weed
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You punk
Put me on your fuckin cover to sell 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 that you don't know about,
Let's talk how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him you missed your boat
You're never blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know that always 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 laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole
We'll never or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
never blow jack
You're better off to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes
It's extortion, and Ray owns a
So half of the staff up there is out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave a slave
completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Kid, you know what to do with this
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