Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan 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 they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake patty hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green 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 about to blow me up
Upside downside inside and
Hittin you from every there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The master of the plan shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he to beware
Of the diggy dog shit here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said ain't your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn chopped by the sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the 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 forget your
And we do it like this

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow like snow 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 plus I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an Joe with an average flow
average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super make a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex the Method
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I bang dang
A slug hits your 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 isle is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the sperm
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Tootsie center of a break
and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to each and crew
You're clear glass I can see right through
whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have 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 the slums of Shaolin
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)