Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

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

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

I cursed this bitch out, we be 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 the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it the break come on

Each son see
suites 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, and sweets with no swine
and Meth guest room with four dimes

And U-G. had a headache
Him and Genius back from, Uganda black, gettin' 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 bowling lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

I say my girl, to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always broke
Thank God Friday, I just got paid
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 regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is garbage

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

Each son see
Boats 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 they chipped in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they off with them

Come back again, 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 they cup, but they ain't in
These cheap be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they off with them

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, muthafuckas
Man, I swear I 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 come man