Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

Damn, yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, ten a.m
Walked passed the Listerine, straight 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,
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 parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, he's a

I this bitch out, we be laid back

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

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

Wu-Tang, the best rap of all time
Rush little shotgun, around nine
Refrigerator, and sweets with no swine
Dirty and guest room with four dimes

And U-G. had a master
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, that cake
Where Divine at? at
a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you we blew that wit the cognac
Them ball lead 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 it's Friday, I got paid
good like I just got laid

The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you O.G
White girls they comin' out, like they 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 crackin' at, Street is you passin'
is grabbin' 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 beats
No ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you we ride

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

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

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