Luyện nghe bài hát The Sauce

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

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you could spit, you could spit
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight
Cipherin', fightin' for in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you whoop some 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 four was
You were the shit, now it's like the you get
and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or
you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even think you
You're playing with motherfuckers'
I watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already
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 ain't at the shit, we knew
probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a we through
No more Source for street cred, them is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his
I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some 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 never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're now
I'm pushing thirty, you're forty's door down
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 TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
He'll never jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO
at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a
completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if
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, this is
I can't believe I to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me