Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, 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 know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a
Here I am I am, the Method Man
Patty patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
Peanut butter, I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now hear me get wu-wu-wild
I'm about to light me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you every angle 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 of that
up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I 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 like it so far paw
The poetry's in coast to coast and
Rub it on skin like lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands it
It's the

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

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

I got, a forty
I got, myself a
And I'm about to go and it
Yes I'm to go and stick it

Uhh
huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it to hear it here it goes
Question what is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the above oh yeah I do so
Also I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang hits your brain
jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is 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 sperm
Chim chim chim cherie
a flow and flow fancy free
Now how licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to each and crew
You're clear like glass I can see through
whole damn 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, here I am, the Man

from the slums of Shaolin
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)