Luyện nghe bài hát Walk On

[Intro: (Method Man)]
"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man]
It's Meth, on that old shit
my hos with the same finger I pick my nose with
These flows get hotter most chicks
Get the picture, I'm
Got but cock for cockroaches
Bitch, I'm gone before you
Ducking these coppers trying to they quotas
you with the bricks and the baking sodas
Me and my soldier, we over, taking payola
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; pop ya little chain
I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the
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 getting daily
keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga
"Walk on"
[Method
Huh, now figure, I give 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 ain't got me, but can watch me
Jewels jingling, middle at paparazzi
Not too cocky, but still, ain't too niggaz can top me
So you fucks 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 flight suit,
Recognize, like Sam or "back down"
You sick and tired of niggaz, then act now
I show you how done, nigga, Gilla House
you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga
"Walk on"
[Method
And put ya up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up
Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz they re-ups
I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just a sneaker
Will win, and "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
Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, 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, black
Pull out a hammer, big as a cleaner
Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I steady
Get dough Reggie, me fall off, really?
You better ask who the rapper in ya hood
And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, "Walk on"