Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some to it, small kids might skip to it
And jail 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 roll with the big
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 I blaze ya

As I, dust bust, and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin' like
So niggaz and spark 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 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 digits

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

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

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

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

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

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 of it's my fan club digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I came
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad
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, y'all got leases
I get the whole pie, y'all get pieces

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

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