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, 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 don't me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they 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 snap like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, 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
Upside downside and outside
you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
Over there, but I think he to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right
yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't your flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your like lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another chopped 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
Don't forget forty
And we do it like this

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow like when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it
Question exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an Joe with an average flow
Doing average things average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw naked
I smell sex the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug your brain
jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is 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 flow and flow free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and don't sleep the mad deep Wu-Tang
motherfuckers like bleach
So to and every crew
You're 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, here I am, the Man

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

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)