Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the 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 gettin' flam when they to a jam?
Here I am I am, the Method Man
Patty patty cake hey the method man
eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap back 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 blow me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you from every there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The of the plan wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
Over there, but I he best to beware
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yippy yay yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in coast to coast and
Rub it on skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man ain't no if about it
the Method

All right, get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
forget your 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, 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 huff and I
like snow when 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 savior or major 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 things with average hoes
Yo I'm super make a bitch squirm
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 ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
jump and I thump
Make rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the damn 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 sperm
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow free
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad 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 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
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a
(Your soul have been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)