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

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, 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 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, fish and with no swine
and Meth guest room with four dimes

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

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

Is where it's at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin'
You know my habitat, you my peoples
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, nigga
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we

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

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

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

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