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 pumps 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 wack on
So I'm, blowin' you up, hand grenades

That's why we roll with the big
With big toys, crazy noise and ruckus
Shuttin' down and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with like the gator
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' into
So yo, what's the for really
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So niggaz and spark the Phillie

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 it's my fan club

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

Uh, takin' 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, that's
Comin' through blastin' with mad

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

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

Yo, I you was a fan of mine
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

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

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never y'all before, when I came through
my dogs headbangin' 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, then a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got
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 we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin' the rash, double up P, on smidash

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