Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

Yo, yo-yo, yo
Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's my leisure
I spend to do 'em in
The pumps 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 cats get rep to it
You get, by on record but you on stage
So I'm, blowin' you up, throwin' grenades

why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, bringin' crazy noise and
Shuttin' down and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with 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, the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the

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 card and on the back of my fan club digits

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

Uh, aiyyo our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp those who get
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
Billboard's top ten, tradition
Comin' through with mad ammunition

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

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

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

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I through
my dogs headbangin' with 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 there's a spot, find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while got leases
I get the whole pie, y'all get pieces

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

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