Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man (home Grown Version)

From the slums of Shaolin, Clan strikes again
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 know my
Who be gettin' flam they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the 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 like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I eat green eggs and ham
will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow me up
Upside downside and outside
you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Man
The master of the wrappin' 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 to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yo
Deck said this ain't your average flow
Comin' rah ooh ah achie kah
me how ya like 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 ain't no if ands it
It's the

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

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

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

Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I
Blow snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic boom
Wrote a song it like to hear it here it goes
Question exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior or major flavor
All of the oh yeah plus 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 squirm
For my, Super (check it)
it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex the Method
Let's get as I kick ballistics
Missiles and game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits brain
J-U-M-P jump and I
Make girls rumps like pump and Hump
Wow, the style 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 or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super
Chim chimmeny chim chim
a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll of a break
and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading like bleach
So to and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see 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, here I am, the Man

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

(Word to mother, Method Man off, peace)