Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Face 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 know 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 patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then
You be like oh shit the jam
it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and
Hittin you every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The master of the plan wrappin' like Saran
Wrap, with some of and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
Over there, but I he best to beware
Of the dog shit right here
yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya like it so far paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands it
the Method

All right, get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your
And we do it like this

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

I got, a forty
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 and I puff
Blow like when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it
Question what exactly is a raider
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an average Joe an average flow
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style 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 sperm
Chim chimmeny chim chim
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading like bleach
So to each and every
You're clear like glass I can see through
whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin
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

Here I am, I am, the Method Man

Straight from the slums of
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a
(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)