Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some flip to it, small kids skip to it
And cats get rep to it
You get, by on record but you wack on
So I'm, blowin' you up, hand grenades

That's why we with the big boys
big toys, bringin' crazy noise and ruckus
Shuttin' down crews and
In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp
Potato, on the barrel of the nosed when I blaze ya

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

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

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

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's
P and I those who get courageous
And get rocked on stages
Any or mag, we on a few pages

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

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

It's been a long time, MC crabbin' niggaz runnin'
MC's we straight stunnin'
When we up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, second wind, fuel-injected

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 it's my fan club

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

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

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

That's why we own, our shit, we don't condone
flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, for the fash'
the rash, double up P, straight on smidash

So stop playin', serious like 'So Cha Sayin'?'
In Apollo sold out with Red man, fuckin'
To the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali
EPMD in effect, chillin' as the scans