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

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

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

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
H-U-F-F huff and I
Blow like snow when the 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 savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing things with average hoes
Yo I'm super make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I sex pass the Method
Let's get as I kick ballistics
and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls rumps like and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chim chim cherie
Freak a and flow fancy free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and don't the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers like
So to each and crew
You're clear like glass I can see through
You're whole damn 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

I am, here I am, the Method Man

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

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)