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 on my chinny chin 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 is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, 'cuz doc to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, he's a

I cursed this bitch out, we be back

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

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

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

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

I say my girl, to party all the time, Ghost
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, of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them is puffin' garbage

Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you 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, Beez, you know we ride

Yo, I got me Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but ain't chipped in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit they bounce off with 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, I got me some gin
Everybody got they cup, but they chipped in
These cheap muthafuckas be 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 ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

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