Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

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

As I, dust bust, crush and
Catch you flossin' nigga, your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We rock untilly, grindin' like 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 of it's 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 of it's my fan club digits

Uh, takin' our spot, that's outrageous
P and I those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on
Any or mag, we on a few pages

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

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman
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 MC's we stunnin'
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, EPMD second wind,

Yo, I know you was a fan of
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 you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of
I know you was a fan of
Here's my and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Word yeah, em P, yo
I never seen before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin' with the Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any with us, we ain't lettin' shit go

E-Dub, no one me
If a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got
I get the whole pie, while get pieces

why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't condone
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it
And I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
the rash, double up P, straight on smidash

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