Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some flip to it, small kids 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' hand

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

As I, dust bust, and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We rock nine untilly, grindin' like
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
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 club

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's
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, microphone bomber, woman
Night in armor, view, with the sauna
God dammit, pass me the rock, and me slam it
Jam it it, until you stupid niggaz understand it

It's a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we stunnin'
When we up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, EPMD wind, fuel-injected

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

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad
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, then a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got
I get the whole pie, while y'all get

That's why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't
News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm Damon we 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, headbangin'
To the corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, as the scans tally