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
by the x, my bad, here's a pen

Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the
My keys is missin', my trees is
No more parties, 'cuz doc to listen
something 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 of dawn
throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

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

Wu-Tang, the rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest nine
Refrigerator, and sweets with no swine
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 rewind that, killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn

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

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

Each son see
suites dough beats
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 ain't chipped in
cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas your shit then they bounce off with 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, I got me some gin
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit they bounce off with them

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

Yeah, greedy
Man, I swear I can't y'all muthafuckas
wanna get high, but never wanna buy
First one to come the party
Last one to leave, man, all that
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em we come from man