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 hard and runs right 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 on stage
So I'm, blowin' you up, throwin' grenades

That's why we roll the big boys
With big toys, bringin' noise and ruckus
down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be with like the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the 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 for really
We rock untilly, grindin' like Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the

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

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

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

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

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

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 my fan club 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 came
With my dogs headbangin' the 'Hit Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef us, we ain't lettin' shit go

E-Dub, no one me
If a spot, then 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
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it
And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the
the rash, double up P, straight on smidash

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