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
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 is missin'
No parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, he's a

I cursed this bitch out, we be back

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

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

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

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

The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you O.G
White girls 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 kids is puffin'

Is where crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm back
You know my habitat, you my peoples
If you wit me, where you at there ain't 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 Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they chipped in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they off with 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 they chipped in
cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they off with them

Come back again, 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 never buy
First one to come the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all
Aiyo, check out
Mr. Streetlife, 'em where we come from man