Luyện nghe bài hát Walk On

[Intro: (Method Man)]
"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man]
It's Meth, back on that old
Pick my hos with the same finger I my nose with
These flows get hotter than chicks
Get the picture, I'm
Got but cock for cockroaches
Bitch, I'm before you notice
Ducking these trying to make they quotas
Spot you the bricks and the baking sodas
Me and my soldier, we taking over, payola
From all these stations and record labels, the culture
them niggaz
"Walk on"

Yo, I blow ya minds like Kurt
My block is hot like Lil' Wayne; I'll pop ya little
I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the
Like the Roc and Dame, dot the little change, nigga
I scared, boy, yes sir
If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz whisper
I'm like, can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily
Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, tell me, nigga
"Walk on"
[Method
Huh, now figure, I don't a --
And any chick with dirt under her nail's a gold digger
Yeah, I tell the people I told RZA
Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, let you know, nigga
Nah, no carbon copies, they got me, but they can watch me
jingling, middle finger at paparazzi
Not too cocky, but still, ain't too niggaz can top me
So bounce you fucks and ya shoes up, nigga
"Walk on"

Don't even blink, think fast, the right move
Got a gun on ya, like had on Ice Cube
I play, homey, I got my stripes, too
I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit,
Recognize, Sam Sneed or "back down"
You and tired of wack niggaz, then act now
I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla
Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out,
"Walk on"
[Method
And put ya feet up, I'm these dice, so put ya g's up
Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they
I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just a sneaker
win, and then "key" your car like Alicia
Yup, my Meth is off the meter, Yankee caps than Derek Jeter
Try'nna catch me a diva, I'mma catch amnesia
Might spill the Dom, but a don
Still got for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on
"Walk on"

Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I need it
If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, it
Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black
Pull out a hammer, big as a cleaner
Nigga, I heavy, bitch, I roll steady
Get that dough Reggie, me off, really?
You better ask who the rapper in ya hood
And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, "Walk on"