Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face 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 don't know my
Who be flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake patty hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back 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 buck
I'm about to light me up
downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method 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
Over there, but I think he to beware
Of the dog shit right here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion 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
the Method

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 about to go get

I got, a forty
I got, myself a
And I'm to go and stick it
Yes I'm to go and stick it

Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I
Blow like snow the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it to hear it here it goes
Question exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or flavor
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing average things with average
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
J-U-M-P and I thump
girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim chim
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 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 taken through the 36 of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)