Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

That's why we with the big boys
With big toys, bringin' crazy noise and
down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed I blaze ya

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

Yo, I you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the 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 our spot, that's outrageous
P and I those who get courageous
And microphones get on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few

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

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

been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack 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 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 know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan 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 shit 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 y'all get

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

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, chillin' as the tally