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 world to
That I did not start this, but I will it

Comin' up, it never mattered what you was
If you could spit, then you could
it, that's what it was
Back when, was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you
you hype, 'cause you last
And you might some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was
The only of life
When the mics used to mean something, a was like
You were the shit, now it's the least you get
Three and a now just means you're a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
I don't even think you realize
You're playing with lives
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 hold my breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da died already tryin
I swear to God, I lie, I bet that's why
You let that give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we
You'd probably try and fuck us Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them is dead
Ray's got AK's to 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 shit this simple
So listen closely, as I it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled
You don't know me or my mother
You punk
Put me on your 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 your
never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin door down
Bitch is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of
But you know that you'll see me
On your TV, 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 how many times I say his name
never blow jack
You're better off tryin to RSO back
Look at your track record, how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a
So of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and Dave like a slave
They brainwashed him and forced him to stay
in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New
And pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'da
Kept mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it Clue, it Slay, new shit, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Kid, you know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, is stupid
I believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin a bitch...
You OWE me