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 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, what it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The only of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was
You were the shit, now like the least you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
I don't even think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers'
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
'cause 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 already tryin
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me 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*, fuck a we through
No more Source for 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 fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write shit 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 fuckin just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your
You're gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy bored now
I'm thirty, you're kickin forty's door down
Bitch is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
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 played on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our staff, kiss our asshole cracks
never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his
He'll never jack
You're off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes
extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from
Bullyin and Dave like 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, 'cause I would have never said if you'da
your 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 callin a bitch...
You OWE me