Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the
You-God, Ghost Face 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 know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a
Here I am here I am, the Man
cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, goddamn
You be like oh that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck
I'm to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and
Hittin you every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method 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 dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay 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 like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn chopped by the sword
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if about it
It's the

All right, get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
forget your forty
And we do it like this

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I
Blow snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic boom
Wrote a song it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe an average flow
average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex the Method
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
Missiles and shoot like a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang hits your brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make girls rumps pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the damn isle is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and me
Ooh I be the sperm
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Tootsie center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading like bleach
So to each and crew
You're like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be '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

Here I am, I am, the Method Man

Straight from the slums of
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just been taken the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)