Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

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

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

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 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 of it's my fan club digits

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

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

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

It's been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch runnin'
Wack MC's we straight
When we roll up, unexpected,
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 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 card and on the back of my fan club digits

Word yeah, em P, yo
I seen y'all before, when I came through
With my dogs with the 'Hit Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't shit go

E-Dub, no one me
If there's a spot, then find a
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got
I get the pie, while y'all get pieces

why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't condone
News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn
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 What Cha
In Apollo sold out Red man, fuckin' headbangin'
To the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali
in effect, chillin' as the scans tally