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 the whole world to know
That I did not this, but I will finish it

up, it never mattered what color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
you hype, 'cause you last
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, you lost
Shake like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned column in The Source was like
The only source of
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 just means you're a piece of
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I even think you realize
You're playing with lives
I done Dre get fucked on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it
I said I wouldn't my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a we through
No Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men
somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
This old G's to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my mother
You motherfucking
Put me on your fuckin just to sell your little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of 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 never gonna blow, bitch, just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's down
this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you that you'll always see me
On TV, 'cause you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video played on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how times I say his name
He'll never jack
You're better off tryin to RSO back
at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray a portion
So of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave a slave
They completely him and forced him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have said shit 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 believe I stooped to this bullshit to do
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me