Luyện nghe bài hát Walk On

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

Yo, I blow ya minds like 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, dot the little change, nigga
I scared, boy, yes sir
If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz whisper
I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid
Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, tell me, nigga
"Walk on"
Man]
Huh, now figure, I don't a --
And any chick with dirt under her nail's a gold digger
Yeah, I tell the people like I 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 finger at
Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many can top me
So bounce you fucks and ya shoes up, nigga
"Walk on"

Don't even blink, fast, make the right move
Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice
I play, homey, I got my stripes, too
sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga
Recognize, Sam Sneed or "back down"
You sick and tired of niggaz, then act now
I you how it's 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 light a up while niggaz betting they re-ups
I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just a sneaker
Will win, and then "key" 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
spill 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 need it
If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, it
Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black
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"