Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
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 know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when come to a jam?
I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty hey the method man
eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now hear me get wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' like Saran
Wrap, with of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yo
Deck said this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya like it so far paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin like
the commotion, oh my lord
Another chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow like snow when the wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a raider
Ill savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an average Joe with an flow
average things with average hoes
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt
I sex pass the Method
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim chim
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to each and crew
You're clear like I can see right through
You're whole posse 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

Here I am, here I am, the Man

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

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)