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 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 flip flops, I box my way to the
My is missin', my trees is missin'
No parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
something in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'

I cursed this out, we be laid back

Yo, yo half a box of gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con
Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of
Ladies throw 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 rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around
Refrigerator, and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth room with four dimes

And U-G. had a headache
Him and Genius flew back from, black, gettin' that cake
Where Divine at? at
a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed 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 party all the time,
Spend up my ends, every week, she crime broke
God it's Friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good I just got laid

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

Is where it's crackin' at, is you passin' that?
is grabbin' 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 some gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't in
These cheap be grown 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, no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, I got me Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they chipped in
cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off them

Come back again, off your gin
And when try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, greedy
Man, I swear I can't y'all muthafuckas
Always wanna get high, but wanna buy
one to come into the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all
Aiyo, check out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come man