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

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, then you
hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of
the mics used to mean something, a four was like
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 or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't even think you
You're with motherfuckers' lives
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 I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died tryin
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that give me that bullshit review
I sat and it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more for street 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 some shit simple
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't know me or my motherfucking
You punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell little
mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of and his dad
You wanna about some shit that you don't know about, yea?
Let's about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door
Bitch this is war now, and never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
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 video played on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole
We'll never fold or hold back, just know
wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll blow 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 a portion
So half of the up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and him to stay
Locked in his own
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have said shit if you'da
Kept mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new shit,
Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid, you know what to do with
Use it, I'm through, this is
I can't I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me