Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some flip to it, small kids might 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
down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp
Potato, on the of the snub nosed when I blaze ya

As I, bust, crush and rush
you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, the deally for really
We nine untilly, grindin' like Billy
So chill and spark the Phillie

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 digits

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 my fan club digits

Uh, takin' our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp who get courageous
And get rocked 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, tradition
Comin' through blastin' mad ammunition

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman
in armor, penthouse view, with 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 long time, MC crabbin' bitch runnin'
Wack we straight stunnin'
When we up, unexpected, undetected
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
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 know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I came
With my 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 there's a spot, find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while got leases
I get the pie, while y'all get pieces

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

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