Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, 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 know me and you know my style
Who be flam when they 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 eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh that's the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you from angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' shit Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he to beware
Of the diggy dog shit here
yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said ain't your average flow
like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
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
forget your 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, myself a
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 like snow when the cold wind's
Zoom, I hit the mic boom
Wrote a song it like to hear it here it goes
Question what is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the above oh plus I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an flow
Doing average things average hoes
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' 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
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a and flow fancy free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading like bleach
So to and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right
You're whole damn posse be '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

Here I am, here I am, the Man

Straight the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a
(Your soul have just been through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)