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, 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 they come to a jam?
Here I am I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty hey the method man
eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, I'm not butter
In I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat eggs and ham
Style hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now hear me get wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside inside and
Hittin you every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yo
Like said this ain't your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man ain't no if about it
the Method

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

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

I got, a forty
I got, a shorty
And I'm to go and stick it
Yes I'm to go and stick 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 it goes
Question what is a pantie raider
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me
Not an average Joe with an flow
Doing average things with average
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
it I give 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 I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang 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 damn isle is me
P-A-N-T-Y mad raw I don't cry
no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the sperm
chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and fancy free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading motherfuckers like
So to and every crew
You're like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be '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 slums of
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a
(Your have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)