Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the
You-God, Face Killer and the Method 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' when they come to a jam?
I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the 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 that's the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to light me up
Upside downside inside and
you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only 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
Over there, but I he best to beware
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this your average flow
like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far paw
The poetry's in coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like
the commotion, oh my lord
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 White Owls, get ya meth, get ya
Don't your forty
And we do it like this

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

I got, a forty
I got, myself a
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 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 flavor
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me
Not an Joe with an average flow
Doing things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I sex pass the Method
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and game like a pistol
is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang hits your brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I cry
Meaning no one can burn or and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim chim
Freak a flow and fancy free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a
Peep and don't the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading like bleach
So to each and every
clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you
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

Straight from the of Shaolin
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just been through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)