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 chin chin

Yo, Meth, the
Yo, ghost, let him in
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend,
Right by the x, my bad, a pen

Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the
My keys is missin', my is missin'
No more parties, 'cuz doc to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, a pissin'

I this bitch out, we be laid back

Yo, yo a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party the break 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, Killa Beez, you know we

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

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

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

The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you O.G
White girls they comin' out, they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin'

Is it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is 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
suites 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
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas your shit then they bounce off with them

Come again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for 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
muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them

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

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