Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

From the of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan 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 know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a
Here I am I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the 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 eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, goddamn
You be oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yo
Like Deck said this your average flow
like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion to coast and
Rub it on your skin lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the

All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya
Don't forget forty
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, a shorty
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 boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it
Question what is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the above oh yeah I do so
Also I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe an average flow
average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt
I smell sex the Method
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and me
Ooh I be the sperm
Chim chimmeny chim chim
Freak a and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers like
So to each and crew
You're like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you
And ya didn't have friends to begin
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 the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa on a swarm
(Your soul have just been through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)