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

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

That's why we roll the big boys
With big toys, bringin' noise and ruckus
Shuttin' down 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, crush and
you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin' Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the

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 it's my fan club

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

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

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

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

It's been a long time, MC bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we stunnin'
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, EPMD second wind,

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 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 never seen y'all before, when I through
my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we lettin' shit go

E-Dub, no one me
If a spot, then find a vacancy
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, and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the
the rash, double up P, straight on smidash

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