Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

That's why we roll the big boys
With big toys, bringin' 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
you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, the deally for really
We nine untilly, grindin' like Billy
So niggaz and spark the Phillie

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

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

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

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

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

It's been a long time, MC bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack we straight stunnin'
we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, EPMD 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 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 know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never y'all before, when I came through
my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we lettin' shit 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, while y'all get

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

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