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 world to
I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never what color you was
If you could spit, then you could
That's it, what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for life in raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might whoop ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of
When the used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of
Four and a or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I even think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers'
I done watched Dre get fucked on The
'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my twice, I let it slide
I said I hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, fuckin died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet why
You let that bitch give me that review
I sat and took it, I look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for street cred, them days is
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays'
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 this simple
So closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You punk
Put me on your cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You talk about some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin own son out there
To try to eat off him because you your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, just too old
No you're sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll see me
On your TV, 'cause you've got to up 'til
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, our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just know
Benzino's wack, no how many times I say his name
He'll blow jack
You're better off 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 up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave a slave
completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have 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, is stupid
I can't I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me