Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

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

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

flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my is missin'
No more parties, 'cuz doc need to
'Cuz in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'

I cursed this bitch out, we be back

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

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

Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all
Rush little shotgun, rest nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no
Dirty and Meth guest with four dimes

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

I say my girl, like to all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, week, she always crime broke
Thank God Friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good I just got laid

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

Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you that?
is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
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 beats
No ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we

Yo, I got me some gin
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas your shit then they bounce off with them

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

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

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

Yeah, muthafuckas
Man, I swear I can't stand muthafuckas
wanna get high, but never wanna buy
First one to come the party
one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, check out
Mr. Streetlife, 'em where we come from man