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 want the whole to know
I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it mattered what color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's it was
when, motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
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 Hype column in The Source was
The source of life
the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a half now means you're a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't think you realize
You're playing with motherfuckers'
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't my fuckin breath to get a five
I was right, I'da 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 ain't look at the shit, we
You'd probably try and fuck us with and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of
On my pencil, for me to write some shit simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like weed
You don't know me or my mother
You punk
Put me on your fuckin 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 missed your
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know that 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 whole staff, kiss our cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many I say his name
He'll never jack
You're better off 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 is fresh out of jail from Boston
and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely him and forced him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never shit if you'da
your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't believe I stooped to bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me