Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

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

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

I got, fat of skunk
I got, Owl blunts
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 to go and stick it
Yes I'm to go and stick it

Uhh
huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold 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 savior or major
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an average Joe with an flow
Doing things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch
For my, Sperm (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex the Method
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty
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 chim
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers like
So to each and every
You're clear like glass I can see right
You're whole posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
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

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 the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)