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 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 wack on
So I'm, blowin' you up, hand grenades

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

As I, bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into
So yo, the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, like Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the

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 back of it's my fan digits

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

Uh, aiyyo our spot, that's outrageous
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' blastin' 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

It's been a long time, MC crabbin' niggaz runnin'
Wack MC's we straight
When we 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
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 you was a fan of mine
Here's my and on the back of it's my fan club digits

Word yeah, 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 with us, we ain't lettin' shit go

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

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, double up P, straight on

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