Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

Yo, yo-yo, yo
Aiyyo this here's procedure, MC's durin' my leisure
I spend to do 'em in
The sound pumps hard and runs right ya
When it hits, it like a airbag to ya

Some flip to it, small might skip to it
And jail get rep to it
You get, by on but you wack on stage
So I'm, blowin' you up, throwin' grenades

That's why we roll with the big
With big toys, bringin' crazy and ruckus
Shuttin' crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed I blaze ya

As I, bust, crush and rush
you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So chill and spark the Phillie

Yo, I you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the back of my fan club digits

Yo, I know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
I you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back of my fan club digits

Uh, aiyyo our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp who get courageous
And microphones get on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few

Not commercial, not frontin', and no
I swear, 'cause we take it
top ten, that's tradition
Comin' through with mad ammunition

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the
God dammit, me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you niggaz understand it

It's been a time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we stunnin'
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, EPMD wind, fuel-injected

Yo, I know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
I you was a fan of mine
Here's my and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Yo, I know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
I you was a fan of mine
my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never seen before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any with us, we ain't lettin' shit go

E-Dub, no one me
If there's a spot, find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, y'all got leases
I get the pie, while y'all get pieces

why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't condone
News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin' the rash, double up P, straight on

So playin', serious like 'So What Cha Sayin'?'
In Apollo sold out Red man, fuckin' headbangin'
To the street corners, the alleys, to the Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, as the scans tally