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 the same finger I pick my nose with
flows get hotter than most chicks
Get the picture, I'm
Got nothing but cock for
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, taking
all these stations and record labels, raping the culture
Tell them
"Walk on"

Yo, I blow ya like Kurt Cobain
My block is hot like Lil' Wayne; I'll pop ya chain
I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the
Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the change, nigga
I scared, boy, yes sir
If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz whisper
I'm like, y'all can fuck self; I'm getting paid daily
keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga
"Walk on"
[Method
Huh, now figure, I don't a --
And any chick caught dirt under her nail's a gold digger
Yeah, I the people like I told RZA
Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know,
Nah, no carbon copies, ain't got me, but they can watch me
Jewels jingling, middle finger at
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 blink, think fast, make 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 done, nigga, Gilla House
Give you a clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga
"Walk on"
[Method
And put ya feet up, I'm shaking dice, so put ya g's up
Sit back and a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups
I milk like D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
Will win, and then "key" car like Alicia
Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more caps than Derek Jeter
Try'nna me a diva, then 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 don't it
If you got it since '92, nigga, beat it
Hop in the quarter-to-seven, two-seater
out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner
Nigga, I heavy, bitch, I roll steady
Get that dough Reggie, me fall off,
You better ask who the rapper in ya hood
And you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on"