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 pumps hard and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts like a to ya

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

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

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

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 and on the back of it's my fan club digits

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

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's
P and I stomp those who get
And get rocked on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few

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

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

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

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

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

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, mash for the
Bashin' the rash, double up P, straight on

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