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 world to know
I did not start this, but I will finish it

Comin' up, it never mattered color you was
If you spit, then you could spit
That's it, what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you and you gasped
Then you hype, 'cause you
And you whoop some ass
If you lost, then you
Shake hands like a man and you it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The 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 you're a piece of shit
and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or
Shit I don't think you realize
You're playing motherfuckers' lives
I done Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it
I I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da died already tryin
I to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we
No more Source for street cred, days is dead
Ray's got to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Men spread
Will somebody tell whoever braids his head
That I am not of this fuckin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some this simple
So listen closely, as I break it and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked rolled weed
You don't know me or my mother
You punk
Put me on your cover 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 wanna about some shit that you don't know about, yea?
talk about 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 you're now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're forty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and never beat me
All you do is me out of Quotables
But you that you'll always see me
On your TV, you've got to stay up 'til
in the morning to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our 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 bring RSO
Look at your record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a
So half of the up there is fresh 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, wannabe in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I have never said shit if you'da
Kept your 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, this is
I can't I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you a bitch... bitch?
You OWE me