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 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 don't know my
Who be gettin' flam they come 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, I'm not butter
In fact I back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I eat green eggs and ham
Style hit ya, wham!, then 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 inside and
you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit here
Yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin like
the commotion, oh my lord
Another chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands it
the Method

All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya
Don't forget forty
And we do it like this

I got, fat of skunk
I got, Owl blunts
And I'm to go get lifted
Yes I'm to go get lifted

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow snow when the cold 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 savior or major flavor
All of the oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an Joe with an average flow
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 butt
I smell sex the Method
Let's get lifted as I ballistics
and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
girls rumps like pump and Humpty 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 super
Chim chimmeny chim cherie
Freak a and flow fancy 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 Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers bleach
So to and every crew
You're clear glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 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

I am, here I am, the Method Man

Straight the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Bee's on a swarm
(Your have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)