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 keys is missin', my is missin'
No more parties, doc need to listen
something 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, this is John, pro and con phenomenon
with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it the break come on

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

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

And U-G. had a master
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' cake
Where Divine at? at
Tell a DJ to that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we that wit the cognac
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 broke
Thank God it's Friday, I got paid
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 started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, kids is puffin' garbage

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

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

Yo, I got me Seagram's gin
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off them

Come again, drunk 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 Seagram's gin
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with

back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, no friend
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 into the party
Last one to leave, man, all that
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em we come from man