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 sound pumps hard and runs through ya
When it hits, it like a airbag to ya

Some 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, blowin' you up, throwin' hand

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

As I, bust, crush and rush
you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the for really
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So niggaz 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 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 back of it's my fan club

Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, 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, we take it there
Billboard's top ten, tradition
through 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 cram it, you stupid niggaz understand it

It's been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz
Wack MC's we straight
we roll up, unexpected, undetected
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 you was a fan of mine
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 digits

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never y'all before, when I came through
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 there's a spot, find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while got leases
I get the whole pie, y'all get pieces

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

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