Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Deck, Raekwon 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 don't know me and you don't my style
Who be gettin' flam when 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
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 eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside inside and outside
Hittin you from 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
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I 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' rah ooh ah achie kah
me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in coast to coast and
Rub it on your like lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the

All right, y'all get ya Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
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 about to go get

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F and I puff
like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like
Wrote a song about it to hear it here it goes
what exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major
All of the above oh plus I do so
flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average
Doing average things with hoes
Yo I'm super I'll a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I it to ya raw butt naked
I sex pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick
Missiles and game like 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 style is all in me
Child, the whole damn is callin' me
R-A-I-D-E-R 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 and flow fancy free
Now how many does it take
For me to hit the Roll center of a break
and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading like bleach
So to each and every
You're clear like glass I can see through
You're damn posse be catchin' '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 the slums of Shaolin
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)