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 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 is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, 'cuz doc to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, a pissin'

I cursed this out, we be laid 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, party 'til the of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, 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 group of all
Rush shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no
and Meth guest room with four dimes

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

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

The next drink's on me, of, oh God, you think 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 know my habitat, you know my
If you wit me, where you at there ain't nothin' compared to
on

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

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

Come back again, drunk off 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 can't stand y'all
Always wanna get high, but never buy
First one to come the party
one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, check out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we from man