Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I you was a fan of mine
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

Uh, aiyyo our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp those who get
And microphones get 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' blastin' with mad ammunition

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

been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we straight
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, EPMD 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 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 it's my fan club

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

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

That's why we own, bitin' our shit, we condone
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it
And like I'm Damon we for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin' the rash, double up P, on smidash

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