Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
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 know my style
Who be gettin' flam when come to a jam?
I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake 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 don't eat green and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then
You be like oh shit the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to light me up
Upside downside and outside
Hittin you from angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and Method Man
The master of the plan shit like Saran
Wrap, with of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to
Of the diggy dog shit here
Yippy yippy yay yah yippy yo
Like Deck said ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah ooh ah kah
Tell me how ya it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion to coast and
Rub it on skin like lotion
the commotion, oh my lord
Another chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat
It's the Method Man no if ands about it
the Method

All right, get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
forget your forty
And we gonna do it this

I got, fat bags of
I got, White Owl
And I'm to go get lifted
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 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 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 with average hoes
Yo I'm I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw naked
I smell sex pass the
Let's get as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game a pistol
Clip is when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your
J-U-M-P and I thump
Make girls rumps pump 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 super
Chim chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
Peep and don't sleep the mad deep Wu-Tang
motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and crew
You're clear glass I can see right through
You're damn posse be catchin' '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

I am, here I am, the Method Man

Straight from the of Shaolin
Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)