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 don't me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when come to a jam?
Here I am 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 eat green eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm to blow light 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, some of this and some of that
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 Deck said this ain't your flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man no if ands about it
It's the

All right, y'all get ya Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
forget your forty
And we gonna do it this

I got, fat of skunk
I got, White Owl
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 about to go and it
Yes I'm about to go and it

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
like snow 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 above oh plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing average with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw naked
I sex pass the Method
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls rumps like and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the damn isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I cry
no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super
chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and fancy free
Now how licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a
Peep and sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to each and every
clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all you vic'd
And ya have 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

Here I am, I am, the Method Man

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

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)