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 Laden on my chin 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 flip flops, I box my way to the
My is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, 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 gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John, pro and con phenomenon
with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your on, sing it when the break come on

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

Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all
Rush little shotgun, around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets no swine
Dirty and guest room with four dimes

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

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

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

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

Yo, I got me some gin
Everybody got they cup, but ain't chipped in
cheap muthafuckas 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 ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, I got me some gin
Everybody got they cup, but ain't chipped in
These cheap be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then 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, greedy
Man, I swear I can't y'all muthafuckas
wanna get high, but never wanna buy
First one to come the party
one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we from man