Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

Damn, yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, ten a.m
Walked the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Bin Laden on my chinny 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 flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my trees is
No more parties, 'cuz doc need to
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, he's a

I cursed this out, we be laid back

Yo, yo half a box of gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, it when the break come on

Each son see
Boats dough beats
No cat you these, rap flow triple G's
Meth, Ghost, Beez, you know we ride

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

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

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

The next on me, instead 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 regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is garbage

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

Each son see
suites 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 they cup, but they ain't in
These cheap muthafuckas be 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
Everybody got they cup, but ain't chipped in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then 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, muthafuckas
Man, I I can't stand y'all muthafuckas
wanna get high, but never wanna buy
First one to come into the
Last one to leave, man, fuck all
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, 'em where we come from man