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 sound hard and runs right through ya
When it hits, it reacts a airbag to ya

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

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

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

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 back of my fan club digits

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

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

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

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

It's a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack we straight stunnin'
we roll up, unexpected, undetected
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 and on the back of it's my fan club digits

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

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never y'all before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin' 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, find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while got leases
I get the pie, while y'all get pieces

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

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