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 reacts like a to ya

Some flip to it, kids 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, hand grenades

why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, crazy noise and ruckus
down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked like the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I ya

As I, dust bust, crush and
Catch you nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin' like
So chill and spark the Phillie

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never seen before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin' the 'Hit Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't lettin' 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'
Bashin' the rash, up P, straight on smidash

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