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, 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 I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the 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 will hit ya, wham!, then
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm to blow light me up
downside inside and outside
Hittin you from angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The master of the plan wrappin' shit like
Wrap, with of this and some of that
up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yippy yay yah yippy yo
Deck said this ain't your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far paw
The in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man no if ands about it
It's the

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I
Blow like snow when the wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the above oh plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me
Not an average Joe with an flow
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I cry
no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the sperm
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every
clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to 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

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

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)