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, Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost 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 know me and you don't my style
Who be gettin' when they come 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 back a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I eat green eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit the jam
it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside inside and
Hittin you every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' shit like
Wrap, with some of and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like said this ain't your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
me how ya like it so far baby paw
The in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the sword
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
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
Don't forget forty
And we gonna do it like

I got, fat of skunk
I got, White Owl
And I'm about to go get
Yes I'm to go get lifted

I got, myself a
I got, myself a
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
a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or flavor
All of the above oh plus I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex the Method
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 jump and I
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty
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 toss and me
Ooh I be the sperm
Chim chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and fancy free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading like bleach
So to and every crew
You're clear glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be '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, here I am, the Man

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

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)