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 want the whole world 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
when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, you last
And you might whoop 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 used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now like the least you get
Three and a half now just means a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
I don't even think you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The
'cause I was on it
Now you me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, fuckin died already tryin
I to God, I never 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 probably try and fuck us with and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his
That I am not afraid of fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit simple
So closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You punk
Put me on fuckin cover just to sell your little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're never blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door
Bitch this is war now, and never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll see me
On your TV, 'cause got to stay 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 whole staff, kiss our cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just that
Benzino's wack, no matter how times I say his name
He'll never jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO
Look at your track record, that's how far it 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, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me