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 pumps hard and runs right through ya
it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya

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

That's why we roll with the big
With big toys, bringin' crazy 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, and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into
So yo, the deally for really
We rock untilly, grindin' like Billy
So chill and spark the Phillie

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 of it's my fan club digits

Yo, I you was a fan of mine
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

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, outrageous
P and I stomp those who get
And microphones get rocked on
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' blastin' with mad ammunition

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

It's been a time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we straight
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, EPMD wind, fuel-injected

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 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
my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Word yeah, 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 with us, we ain't lettin' 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 whole pie, while get pieces

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

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