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 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 don't my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a
Here I am here I am, the Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not
In fact I snap back a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green and ham
Style hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The of the plan wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I tat
Over there, but I think he best to
Of the diggy dog shit here
yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to and
Rub it on your skin like
What's the commotion, oh my
Another corn chopped by the sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man no if ands about it
the Method

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

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
Blow like when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it like to hear it it goes
what exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the above oh yeah I do so
Also flam I'm the man me super
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing average with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch
For my, Super (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt
I smell sex pass the
get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug your brain
jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin' is all in me
Child, the whole isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or and turn me
Ooh I be the sperm
Chim chimmeny chim chim
Freak a flow and flow free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep
Fading motherfuckers like
So to and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right
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, I am, the Method Man

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

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)