Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the
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' flam when they come to a
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
butter, 'cause I'm not butter
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 shit the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck
I'm to blow light me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you from angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The master of the wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, with of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to
Of the diggy dog right here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck this ain't your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion to coast and
Rub it on your skin like
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang
Hey hey hey like Fat
the Method 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 this

I got, fat of skunk
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
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow like snow when the wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it like to it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie
Ill behavior 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 average 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 pass the
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and game like a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R 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 and flow fancy free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and 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 have friends to 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 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)