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 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

flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my is missin'
No more parties, 'cuz doc to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, a pissin'

I cursed this bitch out, we be laid

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

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

Wu-Tang, the rap group 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 master
Him and Genius flew back from, black, gettin' that cake
Where Divine at? at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the
Them bowling lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

I say my girl, like to all the time, Ghost
up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God Friday, I just 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 party started, we get it crunk
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them is puffin' garbage

Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you 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 nothin' compared to that
on

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

Yo, I got me some gin
got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they off with them

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

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