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 finish 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 life in 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 hands like a man and you it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The only source of
the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means a piece of shit
Four and a or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't even you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers'
I watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a
Shit I was right, fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I look at the shit, we knew
You'd try and fuck 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
issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked rolled weed
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You talk about some shit that you don't know about, yea?
talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're now
I'm thirty, you're kickin forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you that you'll always see me
On your TV, you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the to see your video played 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 or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how times I say his name
He'll never jack
better off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it back
It's extortion, and Ray 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
Locked in his own
of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I have never said shit if you'da
your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know to do with this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me