Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

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

why we roll with the big boys
With big toys, bringin' crazy and ruckus
Shuttin' crews 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
Catch you flossin' nigga, your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for
We nine untilly, grindin' like Billy
So chill 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 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 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 microphones get rocked on
Any or mag, we on a few pages

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

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

It's been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch runnin'
MC's we straight stunnin'
When we roll up, unexpected,
Resurrected, second 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
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan digits

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 y'all before, when I came through
With my dogs headbangin' with the 'Hit crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef with us, we 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, bitin' our shit, we condone
News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin' the rash, up P, straight on smidash

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