Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

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

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

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

I got, a forty
I got, myself a
And I'm to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and 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 what exactly is a pantie
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the above oh yeah I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe an average flow
Doing average things with average
Yo I'm super I'll make a squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I sex pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls rumps like pump and 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 super
chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a and flow fancy free
Now how many licks it take
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 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 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, here I am, the Man

Straight from the of Shaolin
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)