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

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you could spit, then you could
it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was backpackin'
Cipherin', for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you might some ass
If you lost, you lost
hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype in The Source was like
The only source of
When the mics to mean something, a four was like
You the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means a piece of shit
Four and a or five
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
Shit I don't even you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get on The Chronic
'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died tryin
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's 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 us with Obie and 50 too
spit*, fuck a relationship we through
No more for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Men spread
Will somebody please tell braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin of lead
On my pencil, for me to write shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked rolled weed
You know me or my motherfucking mother
You motherfucking
Put me on fuckin cover just to sell your little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed boat
You're never blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
Bitch this is war now, and never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you know you'll always see me
On your TV, 'cause got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last 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 matter how many times I say his
He'll blow 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 half of the staff up there is out of jail from Boston
and bossin Dave like a slave
They brainwashed 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
Kept your mouth shut, bitch, now
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 this bullshit to do
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me