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, package for a friend,
Right by the x, my bad, a pen

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

I this bitch 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 with a morning yawn, 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw faces on, sing it when the break come on

meet son see
Boats dough beats
No cat give you these, rap flow G's
Meth, Ghost, Beez, you know we ride

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

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

I say my girl, to party all the time, Ghost
up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God Friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good like I 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 get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage

Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin'
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' to that
on

Each son see
Boats dough beats
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you we ride

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

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

Yeah, I got me Seagram's gin
Everybody got cup, but they ain't chipped in
cheap muthafuckas be grown 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, that's no
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

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