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,
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 more parties, 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 warm
Mad strong, this is John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies your faces on, sing it when the break come on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Each son see
Boats suites dough
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga
Meth, Ghost, Beez, you know we ride

Yo, 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 bounce off with them

back 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 they ain't in
These cheap be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit 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, muthafuckas
Man, I I can't stand y'all muthafuckas
wanna get high, but never wanna buy
First one to come into the
one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em we come from man