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

up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, you could spit
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', for life in this raft
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
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The source of life
When the mics 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 you're a piece of
Four and a half or
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't 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 mics twice, I let it
I I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that bitch give me that review
I sat and took it, I ain't at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a we through
No more for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his
That I am not afraid of this waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you know about, yea?
talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
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 pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know you'll always see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to stay up
Three in the morning to see your video played 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 how many times I say his name
He'll never blow
You're off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray a portion
So of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
They brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said 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 bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me