Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

Damn, yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, ten a.m
Walked the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin

Yo, Meth, the
Yo, ghost, let him in
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend,
Right by the x, my bad, a pen

Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the
My keys is missin', my trees is
No more parties, doc need to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, he's a

I cursed this out, we be laid back

Yo, yo half a box of gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it the break come on

Each son see
Boats suites dough
No cat you these, rap flow triple G's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you we ride

Wu-Tang, the best rap of all time
Rush little shotgun, around nine
Refrigerator, fish and with no swine
Dirty and Meth room with four dimes

And U-G. had a master
Him and Genius flew back from, black, gettin' that cake
Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call pawn yacks

I say my girl, like to party all the time,
Spend up my ends, every week, she always broke
Thank God it's Friday, I just got
good like I just got laid

The next on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they comin' out, like Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is garbage

Is where it's crackin' at, is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin'
You my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at ain't nothin' compared to that
on

Each son see
Boats suites dough
No ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we

Yo, I got me Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't in
These cheap muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with

Come again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, I got me Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't in
These cheap muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off them

Come back again, off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, muthafuckas
Man, I swear I stand y'all muthafuckas
Always wanna get high, but wanna buy
First one to come the party
Last one to leave, man, all that
Aiyo, check out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we from man