Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

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

As I, bust, crush and rush
Catch you nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin' Billy
So niggaz chill and 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 card and on the back of 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
my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Uh, takin' 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 it there
Billboard's top ten, tradition
Comin' through blastin' with mad

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

It's a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we straight
we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, second wind, fuel-injected

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

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 club

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, I came 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 y'all get

why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't condone
News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, for the fash'
the rash, double 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 alleys, to the Cali valleys
EPMD in effect, chillin' as the tally