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 chin chin

Yo, Meth, the
Yo, ghost, let him in
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package 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 parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
'Cuz in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'

I cursed this out, we be laid back

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

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

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

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

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

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 party started, we get it crunk
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them is puffin' garbage

Is it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm 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 dough
No ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you we ride

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

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

Yeah, muthafuckas
Man, I I can't stand y'all muthafuckas
Always wanna get high, but never buy
First one to into the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we from man