Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

As I, dust bust, and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' slush
So yo, the deally for really
We nine untilly, grindin' like Billy
So niggaz chill and the Phillie

Yo, I you was a fan of mine
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 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 of it's my fan club digits

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

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

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the
God dammit, pass me the rock, and 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 straight
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, EPMD 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 it's my fan club

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

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

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

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