Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

From the of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the
You-God, Ghost Killer and the Method Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Hey, you, get off my
You don't me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when come to a jam?
I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
Peanut butter, I'm not butter
In fact I snap back a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, goddamn
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside inside and
you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The master of the plan wrappin' shit Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of
up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to
Of the diggy dog shit here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the

All right, y'all get ya Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't your forty
And we do it like this

I got, fat bags of
I got, White Owl
And I'm about to go get
Yes I'm about to go get

I got, myself a
I got, a shorty
And I'm about to go and it
Yes I'm about to go and it

Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I
like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it like to hear it it goes
Question exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me
Not an Joe with an average flow
Doing things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch
For my, Super (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click dang
A Wu-Tang hits your brain
jump and I thump
Make rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a and flow fancy free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to each and every
You're clear glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you
And ya didn't friends to begin with
I'm

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

I am, here I am, the Method Man

Straight from the slums of
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)