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 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 don't know me and you know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the man
eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap back 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 buck
I'm to blow light me up
downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle 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
up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he to beware
Of the dog shit right here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like said this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands it
It's the

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

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

I got, a forty
I got, a shorty
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 snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it like to hear it it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing average things average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt
I sex pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is 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 super
Chim chimmeny chim chim
a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Tootsie center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading like bleach
So to and every crew
You're like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to 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 have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)