Luyện nghe bài hát Walk On

[Intro: (Method Man)]
"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Method
It's Meth, back on that old
Pick my hos with the same finger I my nose with
These flows get than most chicks
Get the picture, I'm
Got nothing but cock for
Bitch, I'm gone you notice
Ducking coppers trying to make they quotas
Spot you with the bricks and the sodas
Me and my soldier, we over, taking payola
From all stations and record labels, raping the culture
them niggaz
"Walk on"

Yo, I blow ya minds like Kurt
My block is hot like Wayne; I'll pop ya little chain
I'm ready; hip hop is not be the same
Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change,
I scared, boy, yes sir
If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't
I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm paid daily
Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, tell me, nigga
"Walk on"
Man]
Huh, now figure, I give a --
And any caught 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, 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 many can top me
So bounce you and pull ya shoes up, nigga
"Walk on"

Don't even blink, think fast, the right move
Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice
I play, homey, I got my stripes, too
I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a suit, nigga
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 whole clip, turn your movie out, nigga
"Walk on"
Man]
And put ya feet up, I'm shaking dice, so put ya g's up
Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they
I milk double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
win, and then "key" your car like Alicia
Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps Derek Jeter
Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma amnesia
Might the Dom, but still a don
got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on
"Walk on"

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