Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

Yo, yo-yo, yo
Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock durin' my leisure
Time I to do 'em in
The sound pumps hard and runs through 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 but you wack on stage
So I'm, you up, throwin' hand grenades

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

As I, dust bust, and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into
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 know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan digits

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

Uh, aiyyo our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp who get courageous
And get rocked 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 blastin' with mad

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

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

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 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 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 us, we ain't 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, 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, up P, straight on smidash

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