Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

Yo, yo-yo, yo
Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's my leisure
Time I to do 'em in
The sound pumps hard and right through ya
When it hits, it reacts 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, throwin' hand

why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, bringin' crazy and ruckus
Shuttin' crews 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, and rush
you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We rock nine untilly, grindin' Billy
So niggaz and spark the Phillie

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

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 it's my fan digits

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

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

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

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 of it's my fan club digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I seen 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, then find a
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got
I get the pie, while y'all get pieces

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

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