Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some flip to it, small kids might to it
And jail get rep to it
You get, by on but you wack on stage
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 crews and
In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp
Potato, on the barrel of the snub when I blaze ya

As I, dust bust, and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So chill and spark the Phillie

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

Uh, takin' our spot, that's outrageous
P and I those 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 it there
top ten, that's tradition
Comin' through with mad ammunition

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, charmer
in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
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, EPMD wind, fuel-injected

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

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 card and on the back of my fan club digits

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I 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, then find a
Boy, I own my style, while got leases
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 like I'm Damon we for the cash, mash for the fash'
the rash, double up P, straight on smidash

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