Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the of Shaolin, Wu-Tang 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 know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap back like a
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I eat green eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck
I'm to blow light me up
downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every 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
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
It's the Method Man no if ands about it
It's the

All right, y'all get ya Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't your forty
And we gonna do it this

I got, fat bags of
I got, White Owl
And I'm to go get lifted
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 about to go and it

Uhh
huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie
Ill behavior savior or flavor
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an flow
Doing average things average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch
For my, Sperm (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex the Method
Let's get as I kick ballistics
and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang hits your brain
jump and I thump
Make rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' 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 or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and don't the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to each and every
You're clear glass I can see right through
You're whole posse be catchin' 'em all cause 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

I am, here I am, the Method Man

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

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)