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, Inspecktah Deck, the Chef
You-God, Face 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' when they come to a jam?
Here I am I am, the Method Man
cake patty 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
Style will hit ya, wham!, then
You be like oh that's the jam
it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside and outside
you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The of the plan wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yo
Like Deck said this ain't your flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya like it so far paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin lotion
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang
Hey hey hey Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if about it
the Method

All right, y'all get ya Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your
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 to go get lifted

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
huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's
Zoom, I hit the mic like
a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a raider
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the above oh plus I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe an average flow
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls rumps like pump and Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I cry
Meaning no one can burn or and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a and flow fancy free
Now how many licks it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading 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 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
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Man signing off, peace)