Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Clan strikes 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 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 I snap back 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 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 angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' shit like
Wrap, with some of this and of that
up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I he best to beware
Of the dog shit right here
yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like said this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya like it so far paw
The in motion coast 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 ain't no if ands it
the Method

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 of skunk
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 about to go and it
Yes I'm to go and stick it

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic boom
Wrote a song about it like to it here it goes
what exactly is a pantie 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 average
average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt
I smell sex pass the
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click dang
A Wu-Tang slug your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the damn isle is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a flow and fancy free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad Wu-Tang
Fading like bleach
So to each and every
clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't 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 slums of
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)