Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some flip to it, small kids 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' grenades

why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, crazy noise and ruckus
Shuttin' down and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked like the swamp gator
Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I 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 nine untilly, grindin' Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the

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

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

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 it there
Billboard's top ten, tradition
Comin' blastin' with mad ammunition

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

been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack we straight stunnin'
When we up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, EPMD 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
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 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 y'all before, when I came
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't 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 whole pie, while get pieces

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

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