Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some to it, small 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, hand grenades

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

As I, dust bust, crush and
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice into slush
So yo, what's the for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin' like
So chill and spark the Phillie

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

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

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, outrageous
P and I stomp those who get
And microphones get on stages
Any or mag, we on a few pages

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

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the
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
MC's we straight stunnin'
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, second wind, fuel-injected

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 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 card and on the back of my fan club digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I through
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't 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 whole pie, while get pieces

That's why we own, bitin' our shit, we condone
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it
And I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin' the rash, double up P, straight on

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