Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

all bad now man, it's all bad
'cause y'all done up now
YEA! Ha ha, new shit,
I just want the world to know
I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never what color 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 and you gasped
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might whoop ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The only of life
When the mics used to mean something, a was like
You were the shit, now like the least you get
and a half now just means 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 with motherfuckers' lives
I watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause 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 fuckin died tryin
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit
I sat and took it, I 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 for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every there's an eight page Made 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 shit this
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your
Sell-out mag, I mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about,
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out
To try to eat off him because you missed boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm thirty, you're kickin forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and 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 up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how times I say his name
He'll never blow
You're better off to bring RSO back
Look at track record, that's how far it goes back
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
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do this
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me