Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some flip to it, kids might 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' hand

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

As I, bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn 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 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 you was a fan of mine
I you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of
Here's my and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Uh, takin' our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp those who get
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
top ten, that's tradition
Comin' through blastin' 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 it, until you stupid niggaz understand it

It's 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 you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of
I you was a fan of mine
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 back of my fan club digits

yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, I came through
With my headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad crew'
Hardcore, we got biz the get go
Any beef us, we ain't 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 pie, while y'all get pieces

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, mash for the
Bashin' the rash, up P, straight on smidash

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