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 Killer and the 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 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
Peanut butter, I'm not butter
In I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, goddamn
You be like oh that's the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm to blow light me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you from every there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit here
Yippy yippy yay 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 coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
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
forget your forty
And we gonna do it this

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
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 savior or flavor
All of the above oh plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and shoot game like a
Clip is loaded when I click dang
A slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty
Wow, the style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and me
Ooh I be the super
chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how licks does it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
motherfuckers like bleach
So to and every crew
You're clear glass I can see right through
whole damn posse be catchin' '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

Here I am, I am, the Method Man

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

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)