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 Laden on my chinny 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 in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'

I cursed this bitch out, we be laid

Yo, yo half a box of cereal gone, my milk's
Mad strong, is John John, pro and con phenomenon
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 suites beats
No cat you these, rap flow triple G's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you we ride

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

And U-G. had a master
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 we blew that wit the cognac
bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

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

The drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think 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 garbage

Is it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin'
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 suites dough
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga
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 muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off them

back 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, 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 then they bounce off 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, muthafuckas
Man, I swear I can't y'all muthafuckas
Always wanna get high, but 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