Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

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

As I, dust bust, crush and
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into
So yo, the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, 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
Here's my 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 you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the of it's my fan club digits

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's
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, we take it there
Billboard's top ten, that's
Comin' blastin' with 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 niggaz understand it

It's been a time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we 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 know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the 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 my fan club digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, 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, find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, y'all 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 I'm Damon we Dash 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 back alleys, to the valleys
EPMD in effect, chillin' as the tally