Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

Yo, yo-yo, yo
Aiyyo this procedure, rock 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 to it, small 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, hand grenades

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

As I, dust bust, crush and
Catch you flossin' nigga, your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We nine untilly, grindin' like Billy
So niggaz chill and the Phillie

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

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's
P and I stomp those who get
And microphones get rocked on
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 blastin' with mad

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

It's a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we stunnin'
When we up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, second 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
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club

Yo, I know you was a fan of
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

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I came
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit 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, then a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while got leases
I get the pie, while y'all get pieces

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

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 Cali
EPMD in effect, chillin' as the tally