Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the 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' when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake cake hey the method man
eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I eat green eggs and ham
Style hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck
I'm about to 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' shit Saran
Wrap, with of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yo
Like Deck said this ain't your 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 like
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man ain't no if about it
It's the

All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya
forget your forty
And we gonna do it like

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

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

Uhh
huff and I puff
Blow like when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it
Question exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average
Yo I'm super make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt
I smell sex the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I bang dang
A slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole isle 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
chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and fancy free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading motherfuckers like
So to each and every
You're like glass I can see right through
You're 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, here I am, the Man

Straight from the slums of
Wu-Tang Killa on a swarm
(Your have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)