Luyện nghe bài hát The Fan

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

Some to it, small 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, hand grenades

That's why we roll with the big
With big toys, bringin' noise and ruckus
Shuttin' crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp
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, the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So chill and spark the Phillie

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 back of it's my fan club

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

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

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

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

It's been a long time, MC bitch niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we stunnin'
we roll up, unexpected, undetected
Resurrected, EPMD second wind,

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

Yo, I know you was a fan of
I you was a fan of mine
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 before, when 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 lettin' 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, our shit, we don't condone
flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
And like I'm we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
Bashin' the rash, double up P, on smidash

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