Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

Damn, yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, ten a.m
passed 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, for a friend, here
by the x, my bad, here's a pen

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

I this bitch out, we be laid back

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

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

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

And U-G. had a master
Him and flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
Where 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 head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

I say my girl, like to party all the time,
up my ends, every 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 comin' out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, kids is puffin' garbage

Is where it's at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at there ain't nothin' compared to
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 some gin
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with

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

Yeah, I got me Seagram's gin
Everybody got 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, drunk off gin
And they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, greedy
Man, I swear I can't stand 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, 'em where we come from man